The Faded River

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The Faded River

The river did not run; it oozed. It was a thick, black sludge that had swallowed the lower bank of Oakhaven, turning the familiar mud into a tar that sucked at the boots of anyone who dared approach. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the deluge, the water rising past his knees, cold enough to stop the breath in his lungs. He was thirty years old, a constable of the town, and his hands were...

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