It came from the swamp behind the cathedral, bloated corpse-like arms raised high as it called itself a god. Maybe a thousand years ago someone would have believed it and a cult would have formed to care for and worship it but our modern townsfolk handcuffed it and shipped it away instead.
Now I'm not saying that the river's running dry because it isn't there but it's one hell of a coincidence. and one that I dare say a fair few others are noticing. A cult might not be forming but concerned naturalists are arguing to put the damned thing back where it came from before the environment is dealt with irreparable damage.
The government is arguing back, saying it's dangerous and needs to be studied but I reckon they've already killed and dissected it. Hence the river dying alongside it's own god. Makes you wonder how many dead rivers have a god of their own lying dried out on a sterile table somewhere far away.
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