The Faded River

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The Faded River

The river did not move. It stood. A wall of grey glass, frozen in the heart of the night. Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He was in the cellar. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of damp wool and old stone. He knew this place. He had lived here for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time had lost its shape. It was a flat disc, spinning slowly. He stood up. His knees...

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