The Faded River

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The Faded River

Elias, you dog. The voice of Julian Ashworth cut through the roar of the harvest feast, sharp as a blade sliding between the ribs of the turkey on the table. I stood by the sideboard, my hands still stained with the grease of the roast, forty years old and stiff in the knees, watching the guests turn their wine-dark eyes toward me. The air in the great hall was thick with the smell of roasting...

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