The Faded River

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The Faded River

Act I "Put the ink down, Olumide. You are bleeding." The Abbot’s voice was thin, stretched over the distance between his pulpit and the scriptorium floor. I did not look up. My hands were deep in the vellum, the quill trembling not from fear but from the sudden, cold weight of the pigment seeping into my pores. The Book of Faded Rivers lay open, its pages heavy with the memory of water that had...

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