The Faded River

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The Faded River

The badge sat in Elias Thorne’s breast pocket, a cold, smooth disc of gold that had lost its shine over twenty years of service. He rubbed it with his thumb, a nervous habit that had become a ritual, feeling the metal yield slightly under the pressure, as if it were softening, absorbing the friction of his anxiety into its own substance. Oakhaven was quiet that morning, the kind of stillness...

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