The Faded River

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2026-08-20 18:04:22 -

The Faded River

The rain hits the window. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. The water runs down the glass in thin, frantic lines. You are tired. Your bones ache with a cold that does not leave you. It is a deep, structural cold. It lives in the marrow. You look down at your hands. They are wrapped in bandages. The gauze is soaked. It is not blood. It is something else. It is the sweat of a fever that will...

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