The Faded River
Chapter One The island groaned under the weight of the new railway line, a steel vein stitched into the rocky flank of the fjord where the water ran cold and black as oil. The air smelled of wet limestone and burning pine, a sharp, industrial tang that coated the back of the throat. In the shadow of the unfinished St. Nicholas Bridge, Rena Fotopoulos stood with her clipboard, the paper damp and...
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