The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist clung to the valley like a shroud, heavy and gray, swallowing the world whole. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the words I had carried for thirty years. Beside me, the stone altar waited. It was not a grand thing, merely a slab of granite worn smooth by centuries of rain and wind. Upon it rested the bowl. It was a...

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