The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mill stood at the bend of the river, a heavy stone beast sleeping in the mist. It had been there since before my grandfather’s grandfather, and it would likely stand long after the last of us had turned to dust. I loved it with a silence that was louder than the water. My name was Elias, and I was the keeper of the stones, the one who listened to the heartbeat of the place. People in the...

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