The Faded River

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The Faded River

The vial was heavier than it looked. I held it in my palm, feeling the cold glass bite into the meat of my hand, the river-water sloshing with a sound like wet gravel. Outside, the wind pressed against the shutters of Oakhaven, a low, constant moan that seemed to come from the earth itself. I was Elias, forty-two, a constable who had sworn to keep the peace, but peace had a taste now, and it...

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