The Faded River

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The Faded River

The glass was cool against Maren’s palm. It did not bend. It did not shatter. It held the weight of the afternoon with a silence that felt older than the stone beneath her feet. She stood in the center of the Atrium, a vast, circular room suspended in the white void of the Institution. There were no windows here. Only light. A uniform, sourceless luminescence that cast no shadows and offered no...

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