The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Chapter One The river does not lie, but it delays. I stood in the mud of the valley, the water black and thick around my ankles, and watched my own reflection move three seconds behind me. I raised my hand. The hand in the water waited, then rose. I was thirty years old, and I had come to this place to prove my father was mad, not cursed. He had died in London, in a room that smelled of damp...

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