The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with sound, but with a sensation of weightlessness, a suspension in the air where the walls of the house had dissolved into a pale, misty grey. Elias stood in the center of a room that was not quite a room, but a threshold, a place where the floorboards breathed. He knew, with the absolute certainty of the subconscious, that he was dead. Or perhaps he was dying. The...

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