The Faded River

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The Faded River

The invoice lay on the workbench, the ink smudged where Ewan’s thumb had rested against the paper. It was a bill for lime mortar, three sacks, paid in full, the signature of the supplier, a man named Harker, scrawled in a jagged hand that looked like a crack in a wall. Ewan stared at it until the numbers blurred, the cost of the material weighing heavier than the stone itself. He was a mason in...

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