The Faded River

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The Faded River

The obsidian mirror was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center where Elias’s thumb had pressed too hard against the cold glass. He stood on the narrow stone bridge, the wind whipping his wool coat, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps that misted in the freezing air. Below him, the river was not water. It was a churning, black mass, rising in defying loops that defied...

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