The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Cut the rope. Cut it now." The voice came from the dark, wet, and close. It was Elara’s voice, or it was the memory of her voice, so precise in its pitch and cadence that Thomas Whitmore’s hand went to the iron railing and gripped until his knuckles turned white. He was thirty years old, a warden of the Keep, and he had twelve hours left on his shift. After that, the pension would be his. He...

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