The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud on my boots was thick and black, a heavy paste that smelled of rot and rain, sticking to the leather so tenaciously that every step felt like a small, agonizing tear, as if the earth itself were trying to drag me down into its cold, silent belly. I walked with a limp that had become part of my skeleton, a permanent hitch in my left leg that served as a constant, dull reminder of the...

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