The Faded River

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The Faded River

The frost came in a scream. It wasn’t a sound. It was a feeling. A bite. A break. I woke up wet. The water was cold. It was black. It was me. I stood in the center of the floor. The warehouse was empty. The lights buzzed. They hummed a low note. A drone. My hands were slick. I looked down. My fingers were long. Too long. They were branches. They were roots. I pulled them back. They snapped. No...

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