The Faded River

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The Faded River

You dream of the river. It is not water. It is a boundary. A line drawn in ink across the map of your mind. You stand on the wrong side. The air tastes of copper and old paper. You are a scholar. You know this. You hold a book in your hands. The spine is cracked. The pages are blank. You wait for the words to appear. They do not. The dream fades. You wake. The room is small. The walls are...

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