The Faded River
The dream is always the same. You wake with a cold sweat clinging to your sheets, your back stiff as iron, convinced that the vertebrae beneath your skin have shattered into a dozen jagged shards. You are Elias, forty-two, a healer in Oakhaven, and you have spent the last decade mending other men’s bones while yours remain locked in this nightly fracture. The pain is a phantom, a memory of a...
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