The Faded River

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The Faded River

The river was not water. It was a river of glass shards, millions of them, glittering in the dark. They cut the air. They cut the light. They cut the sound. We were there. We were all there. The air smelled of ozone and old rain. It smelled of the inside of a dead bird. I stood at the edge. The glass hissed. It whispered. It called my name. Not my name. My number. "Step back, David," said...

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