The Faded River

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The Faded River

The sky split open on a Tuesday. Not a storm. No wind. Just a tear in the fabric of the afternoon, raw and bleeding a light that was not sunlight. It was the color of old bruises. Purple. Black. You were in the apothecary when it happened. The shelves groaned. Glass shattered. Jars of dried lavender and crushed foxglove rolled across the floorboards. The air smelled of ozone and rot. You did...

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