The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink is still wet. You know this because the smell of it, sharp and metallic like a fresh cut, fills the small, windowless room. You sit at the heavy oak desk, the grain of the wood worn smooth by centuries of hands that are not yours. Your fingers tremble as you hold the quill. The tip drips. A single drop falls onto the parchment, blooming into a black star. It looks like an eye. It looks...

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