The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with sound, but with the weight of water. It was a heavy, black liquid that pooled in the hollows of the city, filling the cobblestone gutters and seeping up through the iron grates of the streets. Elias Thorne stood on the bridge, his shoes soaked to the bone, watching the dark tide rise. He was a clerk of the Municipal Water Authority, a man who spent his days tracing the...

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