The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall upon the city of Orenthal; it rose from the cobblestones, a thick, grey vapor that smelled of iron and old pennies, clinging to the wool of my coat and the damp hair of the crowd gathered in the square where the Great Wheel turned with a groan that sounded like a dying beast. We were a nation of shadows, we who had fled the burning fields of the South, carrying nothing but...

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