The Faded River

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The Faded River

The river was not water. It was a ribbon of shattered glass, suspended in a void of indigo twilight. I held it. That was the absurdity of it, the thing that made my hands tremble as I stood on the precipice of the dreamscape. I am a clerk. I file insurance claims in a grey office on the fourth floor of a building that smells of stale coffee and toner. I do not hold rivers. I do not exist in a...

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