The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall was bright. Too bright. Chandeliers hung low. They wept glass dust. Margaret stood by the wall. She was small. A whisper in a shout. The room hummed. A low, electric thrum. It vibrated in her teeth. People moved around her. Suits. Silk. Perfume. Heavy scents. They clogged the air. Margaret breathed. She did not blink. Her skin was pale. Too pale. It glowed. A faint, blue luminescence....

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