The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fog did not roll in. It erupted. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind was a physical weight. It pushed against her chest. She leaned into it. She wanted to fall. Not down. Away. From the weight of the name they had given her. From the shape they had carved into her bones. She was a thief. That was the word. That was the label stitched into the hem of her coat by the village...

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