The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream was always the same, a recurring frequency in the static of his sleep. A river of black ink, thick and viscous, pooling in the basements of the University of Oxford’s oldest halls. It did not flow; it accumulated. It pressed against the stone walls with the patience of centuries. And standing at the edge of this dark tide, holding a glass vial that caught the moonlight, was Arthur...

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