The Faded River

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The Faded River

The count is three hundred and twelve hours until the solstice. You have weighed the ink, ground it with the agate, and counted the quills. Twelve feathers, each trimmed to a precise point. The parchment is stretched tight, white as bone, waiting for the words that will save your father’s name. The tower of St. Jude stands against the grey sky, a needle of stone piercing the clouds, and inside...

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