The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bell rang. It did not ring softly. It shrieked from the top of the steeple, a jagged sound that tore through the morning mist and settled into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the square, the cobblestones cold beneath my boots, and watched the town turn. They did not look at me. They looked at my hands. My hands were red. Not with blood, though the rumors would say that...

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