The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the Hall of St. Jude was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale wax, a cloying mixture that seemed to settle into the folds of my woolen dress and the pores of my skin. It was the Feast of the Harvest, a night where the rigid hierarchies of the village were temporarily suspended by the alchemy of wine and roasted meat, yet I felt the weight of them press against my chest more...

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