The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias stood on the cold flagstones, his breath misting in the dark. Around him, the bottles were not wine. They were glass jars. Each one held a sliver of the river that had once run through the valley. He had collected them. One by one. Over twenty years. He was not a man of many words. He was a man of hands. Hands that had held tools, hands that...

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