The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Did you see it?" I turned to you. The air tasted of iron and wet ash. "I saw nothing," I said. "Look again." I looked. The river was there. It had always been there. It stretched out before us, black and still, reflecting the bruised purple of the sky. But now, the water moved. It did not flow. It breathed. "You are mad," you said. Your voice was sharp. It cut through the fog. "I am a...

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