The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream was a house of glass, suspended over a chasm so deep the bottom was merely a rumor of darkness. Margot stood at the center of the atrium, her fingers pressed against the cold, vibrating panes, watching the world outside dissolve into a mist of gray and silver. In the dream, the house did not breathe; it waited. It was a monument to stillness, a place where time had not so much as...

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