The Faded River

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The Faded River

The elm tree stood at the edge of the village, its roots drinking deep from the black mud of the riverbank. It was a solitary figure, tall and silent, its leaves a canopy of emerald that did not seem to belong to this world of dust and silence. I had tended it for forty years. I was the village keeper, a title that carried no weight in the eyes of the council, but held a heavy gravity in my own...

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