The Faded River

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The Faded River

Elias. The name hung in the cold air of the watchtower, spoken by Major Halloway with the flat, heavy tone of a man reading a list of supplies. You stood by the railing, your fingers white-knuckled around the iron, watching the mist roll off the highlands. It was your last patrol. Thirty-two years old, twenty years of service, and the pension papers were sitting in a drawer in the valley below,...

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