The Faded River

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The Faded River

Mara woke with the taste of iron and burnt sugar on her tongue, a flavor so distinct it felt less like a memory and more like a physical object lodged between her teeth. She sat up in the narrow bed, the sheets clinging to her damp skin, and looked out the window. The city outside was not the one she knew. It was a place of high spires and low fog, where the air smelled of wet stone and old...

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