The Faded River

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The Faded River

The border is a line. It is drawn in ink. It is drawn in blood. I am here. I am not there. The river runs wide. The water is brown. It smells of mud. It smells of rust. I am a ghost. I am a document. I am a file. My name is Elias. My name is nothing. The sun beats down. The heat is a weight. It presses on my chest. It presses on my mind. I walk. I walk. I walk. The path is dirt. The dirt is...

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