The Faded River
The terraces above the harbor groaned under the weight of a gale that rearranged the shipping lanes, a physical force that stripped the olive leaves from the branches and turned the air into a slurry of salt and wet stone. In the break room of the River Guard’s outpost, the vending machines hummed a low, electric note that vibrated through the floorboards, a sound that had become...
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