The Faded River

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The Faded River

The chandelier in the Hall of the Old Mill was a cage of dust and dead crystals, swinging gently in a draft that had no source. Elias stood before the oak desk, his fingers tapping a frantic rhythm against the leather-bound ledger. He was thirty-two, though the hollows under his eyes made him look older, a man carved out of exhaustion. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that...

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