The Faded River
The iron gate was locked. "Open it," said the boy. His name was Silas. He stood in the mud. The rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet stone. The gate was heavy. It was old. The rust was deep. It looked like blood. It looked like dried blood. Silas pulled. His arms shook. The metal did not move. The gate was part of the wall. The wall was part of the earth. The earth was cold. Silas was...
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