The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of water. It was a cold, viscous dark that pressed against Arthur’s eyelids, a pressure that felt less like sleep and more like submersion. He lay in a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, the air thick with the particulate dust of a century’s neglect. Outside, the rain did not fall; it hovered, suspended in the grey twilight of an...

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