The Faded River

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The Faded River

The soup is thick. It sits in the iron pot, dark as dried blood, smelling of rosemary and old bones. You stir it. The ladle scrapes the bottom, a sound like a nail on wood. You are the keeper of this pot. You have been the keeper for forty years. Now the fire is dying. The coals turn to ash. The heat fades. You look at the bowl. It is cracked. A fine white line runs from the rim to the base. It...

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