The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with a sound but with a scent, the heavy, cloying perfume of crushed violets and wet stone, a fragrance that seemed to seep directly into the marrow of his bones before his eyes had fully opened to the grey, mist-choked morning. He lay in the narrow bed of the watchtower, the straw ticking softly under his shifting weight, and he knew, with the cold certainty of a man who...

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