The Faded River

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The Faded River

The stone had taken the little finger first, then the ring, and now it had eaten the knuckles of Elian’s left hand, fusing the boy’s flesh to the rough-hewn rim of the village well. "It’s not your fault, lad," Silas had whispered from his sickbed, his voice thin as the paper he used for the parish ledgers, "the river remembers what we forget." But Elian did not care for the river’s memory; he...

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