The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bell tolls. It is not a sound you hear so much as you feel, a vibration in the marrow, a shudder that stops the heart. You are alone in the vault. The air is thick, stale, smelling of wet stone and old iron. You do not move. You cannot move. Your feet are anchored by a chain, not of metal, but of duty, of habit, of the years you have spent counting the breaths of others. It is the Year of...

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