The Faded River
"You hear it too, don't you? The sound the water makes when it lies." The voice belonged to Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been hollowed out by decades of listening to things that did not exist. He stood on the muddy bank of the Ouse, his boots sinking into the silt, his eyes fixed on the center of the stream where the current ran black and silent. Beside him, I stood with my back to the...
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