The Faded River

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The Faded River

The magistrate’s gavel struck the oak table with a sound like a bone snapping, and the name "Elias" was not spoken so much as spat out, a label pinned to the chemist’s coat by the sheer force of the room’s disapproval. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the harvest banquet in Oakhaven, his forty-two-year-old frame rigid beneath the scratch of wool, while the smell of roasted goose and stale...

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