The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud sucked at Thorne’s boots as he drove his knee into Lord Vane’s chest. "Look at me," Thorne gasped, his breath ragged in the cold air. "Look at me and tell them." Vane did not look. He smiled. It was a small, dry thing, like a crack in old plaster. The rebel leader lay pinned in the muck of the border field, his velvet doublet ruined, his hair matted with dirt. Thorne held the dagger....

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