The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The black water did not splash; it hummed, a low, wet vibration that rattled the teeth in my skull. I woke with the taste of mud on my tongue and the distinct, terrifying certainty that the river was waiting for me. It was always the same dream: the treeline, the dark expanse, and my father’s voice rising from the surface, not calling my name, but reciting the ledger of our debts. I was twelve,...

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