The Faded River

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The Faded River

Act I "You’re late," said the magistrate, his voice dry as the dust in the courtyard. "The roof must be fixed before winter, and the ink is bleeding." I stood in the doorway of the observatory’s midnight office, the dampness of the last nine days of rain still clinging to my sleeves. Outside, the work bell of the rival yard rang out, a sharp, metallic bite in the air that had been silent for a...

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