The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of roasting venison and the sharp, medicinal tang of dried sage. You sat at the high table, your fingers stained with ink and the grease of the feast, listening to the Dean’s voice rise and fall like a tide over the stones. It was a night of excess, of wine poured until the goblets trembled, and you felt the weight of your own emptiness pressing...

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