The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron, a scent that had become as much a part of my own skin as the scar tissue that stretched across the knuckles of my left hand. I stood before the great oak table, where three bowls of porridge steamed in the dim light of a single tallow candle, the steam rising in thin, ghostly ribbons that curled and dissipated into the...

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