The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud was black and sucking, a cold mouth that had swallowed Elena’s boots up to the ankle. She stood on the ridge above the valley, her breath hanging in the air like a ghost, and screamed until her throat bled. The sound tore through the silence of the Appalachian morning, a raw, animal shriek that meant nothing to the empty trees below but everything to the dying woman in the hospital bed...

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