The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist did not rise so much as it unmade itself, dissolving into the damp, rotting wool of the morning air that clung to the bones of the village of Oakhaven. It was a place where the stones remembered the weight of centuries and the silence had a texture, thick and heavy as old honey, sealing the throats of the living. In a cottage that leaned precariously toward the river, like a man bowing...

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