Part 43: On the River

Part 43:

On the River

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On a faithful fourth of July night almost two years ago, I sat on the pier with Brad and watched the sun reflect off the water. Golden, as though the nymph had broken the axe into a million pieces, it glistened in the light of the setting sun. Just like it did now, it continued to glow, summoning memories of less stressful and even more haunting times.