The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of ozone and old iron. Thomas stood at the edge of the bank, his boots sinking into mud that felt less like earth and more like the rotting flesh of the world itself. He was old. His knees clicked with a rhythm that matched the dripping of water from the willow branches. He was a soldier, or had been. The uniform was...

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