The Faded River
The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of Vellum, a rhythmic clatter that did little to mask the silence pressing in on Elias Thorne. He had traveled three weeks to present his data, to secure the funding for the filtration plant that stood between his daughter Clara and the slow, creeping failure of her kidneys. The city rose before him, ancient and imposing, its architecture a...
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