The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of dust and old iron. We stood in the silence of the upper gallery. The stone was cold under my feet. It had always been cold. The air hung heavy. It felt thick. It felt wet. I looked at the pillars. They were tall. They were grey. They were cracked. The light came in thin. It cut through the dust. It made the particles dance. They moved slow. They moved lazy. They did not care...

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