The Faded River
You wake in the water, though not in any water you have ever known. It is thick, warm, and smells of iron and old pennies. You are a lieutenant. You remember the badge on your chest, the weight of the handcuffs in your pocket, the specific, cold geometry of the law you once enforced. But here, the geometry is broken. The water flows upward, spiraling in a helix that defies gravity, pulling you...
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