The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream that woke me in the deep of the night was not of the river, but of the ink, a black fluid that had no source and no end, pooling in the hollows of my hands and seeping into the pores of my skin until I could feel the words of the *Codex Aeterna* moving beneath my epidermis like living worms. I sat up in the narrow cot in the scriptorium, the stone walls weeping condensation that...

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