The Faded River

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The Faded River

You dream of water. It is not clean. It is the color of old tea. It moves slowly over your tongue. You taste iron. You taste ash. You wake in the cold. The room is small. The stone is damp. You are in the cellar. You are in the city. You are the Keeper. The city is a beast. It eats its young. It is built on bones. The towers pierce the sky like needles. The people below wear gray. They look at...

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