The Faded River

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The Faded River

You know, Elias, it is not a curse, it is only silver. Julian said this with the bright, dismissive cheerfulness of a man who had not yet learned that objects carry the weight of the hands that wield them. He stood by the window of the archive room, his back to the damp stone wall, fiddling with a quill that had dried out hours ago. The room was cold, a specific, biting chill that seeped...

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