The Faded River

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The Faded River

The vial was always blue in the dream, a shard of cobalt glass that cut his palm before he even reached for it, and the sound of it breaking was not a crash but a wet, tearing rip, like skin splitting under a heavy hand. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper on his tongue and his hands shaking so violently that the mortar slipped from his grip, scattering dried chamomile across the stone...

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