The Faded River
Act I Who pays for the water that rises without rain? Lester Aldridge counted the coins in his palm, the copper edges worn smooth by forty-two years of handling them. He was forty-two himself, a river-keeper in Oakhaven, a town of mist-shrouded streets where the fog rolled in like a grey tide. The debt to the Guild was due by the winter solstice, a sum that seemed to grow larger each time he...
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