The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silver was heavy. Elias Thorne weighed the cufflinks in his palm, counting the grains of tarnish that had gathered in the crevices over thirty years of service. They were his father’s, now his, and they felt like lead against the skin of his wrist. The hall was full of smoke and the smell of roasted goose, a feast for a man who had died with his debts unpaid. Elias stood by the pillar,...

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