The Faded River

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The Faded River

The oak trees stood in the courtyard like silent judges, their roots drinking deep from the earth’s memory while the air hung heavy with the scent of wet stone and ancient decay, and in the center of that stillness sat Arthur, a scholar of such profound isolation that he had forgotten the sound of his own name, watching the leaves turn from green to gold in a slow, deliberate spiral that...

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