The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water was black. It was not the black of night, nor the black of deep sea, but the black of ink. It sat in the basin in the center of the square, still and terrible. "Is it true?" asked the elder. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping against stone. "True enough," said Elias. Elias stood at the edge of the basin. He was a man of few words and many scars. The scars were old. They had faded...

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