The Faded River

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The Faded River

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, slick with the condensation of the valley mist that had rolled in from the chasm at dawn. He adjusted the lens, the brass rim biting into his calloused palm, and watched the needle tremble, refusing to settle on north, instead pointing a jagged, erratic path toward the white ash field that marked the first boundary of the Faded River. It was...

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