The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell on the valley like a shroud, grey and endless. Arthur stood by the window. He watched the water slide down the glass. It blurred the world outside. He had just left the station. His coat was damp. He held his badge in his pocket. It felt heavy. It felt cold. He was a detective. He had served the town for twenty years. He had seen good men break. He had seen bad men lie. He knew...

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