The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water was not cold, Elias thought, which was the first wrong thing. It was the temperature of blood, thick and wet, pressing against the wool of his trousers with a weight that felt personal. He was waist-deep in the River Oak, the current churning around his legs like a living thing trying to chew through his bones. The loom, his life’s work, was lashed to the old oak stump with hemp rope,...

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