The Faded River

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The Faded River

The needle pierced the silk with a sound like a dry bone snapping, a tiny, sharp crack that echoed in the hollow of my chest where the heart used to beat before the surgeons carved it out and replaced it with the cold, rhythmic thud of a mechanical pump. I sat at the workbench in the high tower of the Citadel, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old dust, my fingers stained indigo from...

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