The Faded River

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The Faded River

The feast was already cold when Thomas spoke, the grease congealing on the roasted boar into a thick, yellow scum that smelled of rendered fat and old fear. He did not look at his brother, Elias, who sat to his left with the quiet, rigid posture of a man waiting for a blow, but at the village elders who had gathered in the long hall of the Inquisition outpost. The air was thick with the scent...

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