The Faded River

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The Faded River

The inventory ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages swollen with the dampness that had settled into the bones of the monastery since the autumn rains began. I stared at the entry for the River Tincture, a small clay pot sealed with wax the color of dried blood, and I felt the cold seep through the soles of my boots, a chill that started in the marrow and worked its way up to the throat. I...

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