The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the shed where Arthur sat, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago. The water outside the window was brown and swollen, rushing over the gravel of the yard. He was an old man, his joints stiff with the particular ache that time leaves in the bones, a rusted hinge of a body that had worked too...

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