The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink ran before I could speak. It started at the edge. A thin, dark vein. Then a tear. The paper wept. My hands shook. I held the tablet tight. It was the only thing I had left. The city was quiet. Too quiet. Rain slicked the cobblestones. Gray light fell from a bruised sky. I walked fast. My boots echoed. The streets were empty. Everyone hid. Everyone knew. I am a maker of words. A scribe....

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