The Faded River

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The Faded River

Do you know what it feels like to be a scribe for the dead? I asked the new security guard, a boy named Kael who looked like he had not slept since the last frost, as we stood in the signal box. The levers were cold against my palms, the metal worn smooth by ten thousand shifts. Below us, the paddy fields were a monsoon-green blur, the ridgeline dark with the promise of snow. I was thirty-two...

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