The Faded River

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The Faded River

Hasan Ozturk woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the phantom weight of a collapsing beam still pressing against his chest. He sat up in the narrow bed of the annex, the February light thin and gray through the window, and remembered the dream with the clarity of a calculation. The beams had not just fallen; they had been erased, the load-bearing joints simply ceasing to exist. He dressed...

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