The Faded River
The list was written in a hand that trembled, the ink smudged where the quill had dragged too hard across the rough parchment. It was not a shopping list, nor a prayer, but an inventory of debts owed to the earth, itemized with a bureaucratic precision that felt cruel in the damp dark of the cellar. Elias read it again, the paper damp against his fingers, feeling the weight of the words settle...
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