The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silver locket did not burn; it froze. Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger, the metal biting into his skin with a chill that seemed to bypass the nerves and settle directly into the marrow of his hand. It was a small, unassuming thing, a simple oval of tarnished silver engraved with a pattern so fine it looked like frost on glass. He had found it in the bottom of a...

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