The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water in the cistern was black and thick as oil. Elara stood at the edge of the stone basin, her bare feet sinking into the cold mud of the bank. The air in the Hollow was still, heavy with the scent of wet earth and decay. It was not night, nor was it day. It was the time between, the gray hour where the sun had forgotten its duty and the stars had not yet been born. In this place, time...

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