The Faded River
The load-bearing wall of Elias Thorne’s marriage had begun to crack before the first beam was laid, yet he had spent the last four years reinforcing it with the cold, hard mortar of technical precision. He sat in the sterile white chair beside the hospital bed, his posture rigid, his hands clasped tightly in his lap as if holding together the very atoms of the room. Mara lay beneath the thin...
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