The Faded River
The river has not changed, but you have, and this is the only thing that keeps the water from swallowing the stone walls of the house you are no longer allowed to leave. You stand at the window, your breath fogging the cold glass, watching the silt swirl in the gray current below, a constant, churning thing that does not know your name, does not know your sin, does not care if you are a monster...
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