The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain hit the slate roof like a thousand small hands. I looked at my son. He was three. He held a red toy boat. The water in the tub was muddy. "Again, Dad," he said. I pushed the boat. It spun. It stalled. "Go on," I whispered. It drifted to the edge. It tipped. I caught it. My hand shook. The tremor was back. It lived in the wrist. It had been there for years. I ignored it. I was a...

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