The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the Ironworks tasted of rust and wet ash. Elias Thorne stood before the blast furnace, the heat pressing against his face like a physical weight. In his hands, he clutched the leather-bound ledger. Its spine cracked under his grip. The ink on the page shifted, a subtle pulse of violet beneath the black text. He needed this proof. He needed to get Thomas out of the debtors’ prison...

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