The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink was warm when it touched my cheek, a viscous, black tide that smelled of iron and old blood. I woke gasping, the sheets soaked in a phantom dampness, the dream’s residue clinging to my skin like a second, heavier coat. For the third night in a row, the library walls had wept, the ancient manuscripts bleeding their secrets into the stone until the floor was a lake of script. I am Elias...

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