The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream was always the same. Black water, thick as oil, pressing against Elias’s lungs until the taste of iron filled his mouth. He woke gasping, the sheets twisted in his hands, the vial of River Salt warm against his hip. It was the only thing that had survived the fever, the only thing Mara had left before the plague took her. At forty-two, Elias felt the weight of the last dose in his...

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