The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron is cold. It bites. You hold it tight. Your knuckles whiten. The room is small. Stone walls. Damp breath. The air tastes of rust and old blood. You are the Warden. You have always been the Warden. But today, you are the prisoner. The door is open. No one enters. No one leaves. You wait. The shadow in the corner moves. It is not a shadow. It is a man. He wears your face. He wears your...

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