The Faded River

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The Faded River

The crate was heavy, its wood splintering under the strain of Elias Thorne’s grip. He hauled it up the muddy bank, his boots slipping in the silt, the smell of rotting peat and iron filling his nostrils before he even opened his eyes to the grey expanse of the valley. The river below did not flow; it pooled, a stagnant sheet of liquid mercury that caught the dull light of the overcast sky and...

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