The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink was still wet on the page when the hand landed on my shoulder, cold as river water and heavy as a lead weight. "You’re late, Elias," Vane said, not looking up from his newspaper. The clock on the mantel ticked with a rhythmic, metallic insistence, a sound that seemed to drill into the base of my skull. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. The pressure of that phantom limb, Arthur’s, was a...

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