The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air tastes like iron. You taste it on your tongue. It is the taste of the old mines. The dust settles in your throat. You swallow. It feels like swallowing a coin. You are in the glass city. The towers rise up. They are made of clear, cold light. There are no shadows here. The sun does not move. It hangs in the sky like a white eye. It watches you. You do not blink. You walk on the floor....

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