The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the cottage, a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to hollow out the bones of the house itself. I sat by the window, watching the grey water streak the glass, and held the object in my hands. It was a cloak, or what remained of one. The fabric was a deep, bruised purple, heavy with age and dampness, the wool matted...

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