The Faded River
The train to Oakhaven arrived in a shroud of coal smoke and cold, and Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform with the weight of the world compressed into the leather satchel at his hip. He was thirty years old, though the gray threading his temples suggested a man who had lived twice as long, and he carried within him the specific, hollowing shame of a man who believed himself a criminal. For...
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