The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fever broke at dawn, leaving behind a taste of ash and the phantom weight of burning script. I woke in the empty house, the silence so thick it pressed against my eardrums like deep water. In my hand, still clutched from the dream, was the ink-stained ledger of my late wife, Elara. It was the only thing left that felt real, a heavy, leather-bound testament to a life that had ended three...

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