The Faded River
I woke with the taste of iron and wet moss in my mouth, a sensation so visceral it seemed to bypass my tongue and settle directly into the marrow of my bones, as if I had been drinking the earth itself while I slept, and for a long moment I could not distinguish the cold dampness of the straw beneath me from the actual chill of the stone walls that enclosed us, a chill that had seeped into the...
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