The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water in the ditch was black. Not dark. Black. Like oil. Like ink spilled on a white tablecloth. It sat still in the lowlands near the old mill. It did not run. It waited. Elara stood by the bank. Her boots were muddy. The mud was cold. It soaked through her trousers. She did not care. She looked at the water. The water looked back. That was the first thing. The water had eyes. Not eyes...

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