The Faded River

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The Faded River

The wind did not merely blow across the moors of the northern highlands; it spoke, a low, continuous exhalation that carried with it the scent of wet stone and the ancient, metallic tang of rain that had fallen a thousand years before we were born to walk beneath it. I moved through the mist with the heaviness of one who has forgotten how to be light, my boots sinking into the sodden earth that...

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