The Faded Alibi
The river did not stop. That was the thing about the river, the thing that held the world together when the rest of it threatened to scatter like dust in a windless room. It flowed with a terrible, indifferent consistency, dark and deep, carrying the silt of a thousand years toward the sea. Elias stood on the stone embankment, his boots slick with the damp chill of the autumn earth, and watched...
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