The river had a name once—everyone in the village called it the Blackwater, not for its color but for the way it swallowed light, and then swallowed everything else whole. Now the children pointed at it and said nothing at all, as if the silence itself were the only honest thing left to say about a waterway that had once carried mill wheels, lovers' vows, and the occasional drowned cat.
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