The Faded River

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The Faded River

I woke with the taste of silt in my mouth, that thick, metallic tang of the Mill River after a heavy rain, though the sky outside my window was a bruised and unbroken violet, silent as a held breath. It was a dream, or perhaps the memory of a dream so persistent it had calcified into reality, where I saw the water not as flowing but as a path, a boundary line drawn in silver ink that I could...

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