The Faded River
The iron chain slipped from my fingers, the links clattering against the wet stones with a sound like broken teeth, and I watched it sink into the black water without a ripple. "You missed," Magistrate Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the highland air. He stood on the bank, his coat buttoned to the chin, his face a mask of bureaucratic disapproval. "The river is not...
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