The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silver locket sat heavy in my breast pocket, a cold weight against my ribs that felt less like metal and more like a piece of my own heart, severed and left to rust. I am Elias, a clerk of thirty-two years in the mist-shrouded valley of Oakhaven, and I have walked this path for three years, every day, seeking a woman who vanished into the fog without a word, leaving behind only the scent of...

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