The Faded River

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The Faded River

Was it the water, or was it the memory? Lars Lindqvist woke to the sound of wet stone scraping against wet stone, a friction that had no business existing in the stillness of the courtyard. He lay in the narrow bed of his room on the second floor, the air thick and heavy with the electric charge that always preceded the storm in Vard, and he knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has spent...

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