The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water was cold, but it was the sound that froze me. I stood at the edge of the old stone bridge, my boots caked in the red clay of the valley floor, and listened. It was not the rush of the current, nor the slap of the waves against the pilings, but a voice, low and sibilant, rising from the black depths below. It was Margaret’s voice. She had been dead for three years, taken by the fever...

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