The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water in the Oakhaven valley did not reflect the sky; it held it, a thick, viscous mirror of pale, sickly luminescence that pulsed with a rhythm uncomfortably close to a human heartbeat. I stood at the edge of the surveying platform, my boots slick with the mud that smelled of copper and ozone, watching the light rise from the depths like a fevered breath. It was the third winter I had...

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