The Faded River

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The Faded River

The smell hit me first. Not the rot of the mill, but something else. Sweet. Cloying. Like overripe pears left in a sun-drenched jar. It clung to the wool of my coat. I did not move. I stood at the edge of the town square, watching the dust settle on the cobblestones. The air was thick. It pressed against my eardrums. I could taste it. A metallic tang mixed with that sugary decay. My stomach...

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