The Faded River

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The Faded River

You wake with the taste of iron and old dust on your tongue, the dream still clinging to you like wet wool, a heavy, suffocating shroud that refuses to shed the memory of a house that no longer exists in any map but in the architecture of your own grief. You are standing in the kitchen of the ancestral manor, the one your grandfather left to the wolves and the weather, the one that stood on the...

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