The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ring is off, or it is not, and the iron has fused to the flesh. "Remove it," the Abbot said. His voice was dry, like sand scraped across a slate. "The scriptorium is a place of purity, not of filth. That metal smells of the mine. It smells of death." Elias held his hand up, the knuckles white, the iron band dark and hot against the skin. "It is an heirloom, Father. My family’s." "Your...

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