The Faded River

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The Faded River

The smoke did not rise; it crawled, a low, oily tide that swallowed the cobblestones of the courtyard before it touched the first brick of the watchtower. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my uniform damp with the sweat of a man who had forgotten how to breathe, and I watched the fire eat the archives. It was a quiet consumption, a slow exhalation of the institution’s memory, but to the...

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