The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of damp wool and burnt sugar, a cloying mixture that hung in the air like a heavy, invisible shroud, pressing against my chest with a physical weight that made it difficult to breathe deeply, difficult to keep my eyes open for long stretches without the world blurring into a soft, indistinct smear of gold and shadow. I sat at the edge of the round table, my hands folded neatly...

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