The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the conservatory tasted of iron and old rain. Elara stood before the glass, her reflection fragmented into a dozen trembling shards. She was not looking at her face. She was looking at the river beyond. The water did not flow. It sat, thick and black, like a bruise that had never healed. She had been told it was stagnant. She had been told it was dead. But Elara knew the truth, a...

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