The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mortar was stone, cold and unyielding, and the pestle was heavier than it had been that morning. I ground the dried river reeds into a paste, the friction burning my palms, the skin splitting to reveal the wet pink flesh beneath. Blood mixed with the green slurry, turning it a bruised purple. I did not stop. I could not stop. Mara was in the next room, her breathing a shallow, rattling...

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