The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink in my pot had turned to a thick, ropy sludge, the color of old blood, and I watched it settle in the bottom of the brass dish while the river outside my window began to flow the wrong way. It was a small thing, a trick of the light or a slip of the mind, but in Oram, where the water obeyed the weight of the spoken word, it was a catastrophe. I am Elias, forty-two years old, and my...

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