The Faded River

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2026-08-24 19:10:09 -

The Faded River

The vial in my hand was cold, the glass thick and green as a dead pond, holding the last of the antimony tincture I had distilled under the waning moon. It was the only thing in the cellar that did not smell of rot, a sharp, metallic scent that cut through the heavy, sweet stench of the leper colony’s damp stone walls. I woke with the taste of black water in my throat, my lungs burning as if I...

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