The Faded River

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The Faded River

The pen was cold in Elena’s hand, the metal cap biting into her palm like a small, angry tooth. She held it over the deed, the paper trembling not from the wind off the Ouse, but from the sheer, physical weight of the ink waiting to be released. Across the muddy bank, Julian sat on a overturned crate, his back to the river, his shoulders hunched as if he were trying to shrink into the earth...

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