The Faded River

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The Faded River

Elias. The name hit the back of my skull like a slap, sharp and sudden, pulling me out of the black water where Mara’s face was dissolving into the current. I gasped, the air in the bunkroom tasting of stale sweat and mildew, my heart hammering against ribs that felt too narrow for the body that housed them. The dream was always the same: Mara was not a woman but a river, a churning, ink-black...

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