The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall. It hung. Edward stood in the mud. The grey air was thick. It pressed against his skin. He felt the weight of it. A heavy, wet silence. He was a soldier. Or he had been. Now he was just a man. A man in a torn tunic. The mud was brown. The sky was black. There were no stars. There were no birds. He walked forward. His boots sank deep. The ground was soft. It swallowed his...

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