The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cellar smelled of damp earth and old paper. Elias stood by the stone steps. His hands shook. He held a jar. The glass was thick. It held a deep, bruised purple liquid. It was the last of it. The preserve. The remedy. He had made it from blackberries. They grew wild behind the old manor. The berries were bitter. He had crushed them with a wooden pestle. He had added honey. He had added salt....

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