The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ledger was open on the table, its pages stiff with age and the smell of mildew. Elias held the quill, the ink black and thick as dried blood, and waited for the Lord to speak. Lord Malcom stood by the fire, his back turned, the heat from the hearth pushing against the cold draft that seeped under the door. He did not look at Elias. He looked at the river through the narrow window, where the...

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