The Faded River

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The Faded River

The deed is heavy in your hands, the paper thick and yellowed, smelling of damp earth and old ink. It is the only thing you brought from the city, wrapped in oilcloth, pressed against your chest like a shield against the cold wind that has been blowing off the river since dawn. You are Elara, thirty-two, and you have come to Oakhaven to collect what is yours, to settle the debts that have been...

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