The Faded River

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The Faded River

The *Mistral* cut through the black water, its hull groaning against the current like a bone under pressure. Elias Thorne stood at the helm, his hands white-knuckled on the wheel, eyes fixed on the gray smear ahead where the fog began. He was thirty-two, a river pilot with a reputation for steady nerves, but today his pulse hammered in his throat, a frantic rhythm that matched the churning of...

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