The Faded River
The river turned silver. It left. It was gone. Thomas stood on the bank. He held his satchel. It was heavy. It was light. He looked at the water. The water looked back. "Did you see it?" A voice. Sharp. Close. Thomas turned. A man stood behind him. A man in grey. He held a lantern. The light was dim. The light was cold. "I did not," Thomas said. "Liar." The word hung in the air. It tasted of...
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