The Faded River

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The Faded River

The chisel slipped. It was a small thing, a mere twitch of the wrist, yet the sound it made was a sharp crack that echoed off the high vaulted ceilings of the manor, louder than any thunder I had ever heard. I stared at the rim of the porcelain basin, where a jagged line now bisected the glaze, a wound that would not heal. I am Elara, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three days...

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