The Faded River
The letter lay on the rough-hewn desk of the Oakhaven Sheriff’s office, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the dampness of the October morning. Elias Thorne did not read it immediately. He sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on the leather armrests, feeling the weight of the silence that had settled over the town like a heavy wool blanket. Outside, the fog from the river was...
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