The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream was not a picture but a sound, a low, grinding hum that seemed to rise from the floorboards of the chapel and settle in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. It was the sound of stone being worn away, not by water, but by time itself, a friction so fine and persistent that it reduced the world to dust. In the dream, he was standing in the center of the Great Hall, the vaulted ceiling lost in...

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