The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Thorne, pour the wine." The voice cut through the hum of the dining room, sharp as a scalpel, and I turned from the window where the last bruised light of the evening was dying against the glass. Marcus stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his hands clasped behind his back, looking less like a man and more like a statue carved from cold, expensive marble. The air in the room was thick...

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