The Faded River

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The Faded River

I woke to the smell of rotting apples and the sound of rain tapping against the leaded glass of my window, a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like the steady, persistent knocking of a heart that had forgotten how to stop. The dream had been vivid, a sprawling tapestry of grey stone and red mud, where the city of Oakhaven was not the quiet, sleeping place it was in the morning light,...

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