The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mirror in the mill office did not reflect the room as it was, but as a draft, a sketch of the world waiting to be erased. You stood there, Arthur Vane, thirty years old and hollowed out by the ledger books, watching the spectral coat shimmer on the hook behind you. It was not wool or silk, but a weave of light that seemed to drink the grey afternoon, whispering in a voice like dry leaves...

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