The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink was cold, that was the first thing, colder than water, sliding over my eyes and filling the space where my lungs should have been, a black tide that tasted of iron and old paper. I woke with the taste still coating my tongue, the sheets tangled around my legs, the room in the staff quarters humming with the low, electric thrum of the ventilation system that never truly stopped, a...

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