<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><author_name>EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.ae</provider_url><html>— Zan —&#xA;&#xA;#Fiction&#xA;&#xA;The water is so cold it hurts his teeth.&#xA;&#xA;He doesn&#39;t care. He drinks until his stomach cramps, then rests, then drinks again. The river tastes like stone and snowmelt and something green he can&#39;t name. It&#39;s the cleanest thing he&#39;s had in weeks.&#xA;&#xA;The dog watches him from the rocks, its shell shifting from gray to a pale tan that matches the sun-warmed stone. It hasn&#39;t tried to drink yet. He wonders if it needs water at all, or</html></oembed>