The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall of the Oakhaven Municipal Building smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood by the punch bowl, watching the steam rise from the chaffed surface of the liquid. It was a celebration for the department’s completion of the fiscal year, a milestone that should have marked his ascension to Senior Auditor, a...

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