The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream was warm. It smelled of yeast and burnt sugar. Marek stood in a kitchen that did not exist. The walls were bare brick. The air was thick with steam. He held a spoon. It was heavy. Wood. Dark. He stirred a pot. The liquid inside was black. It moved slowly. Like tar. Like oil. He woke. The light was gray. The floor was cold. He lay still for a moment. His heart beat fast. A bird sang...

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