The Faded River

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The Faded River

The room smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to cling to the back of the throat and refuse to be cleared by any amount of coughing. I sat on the edge of the mahogany desk, my boots scuffed and dark with the mud of the street outside, while Colonel Harrow stood by the window, his back to me, staring out at the gray, indifferent sky that had been falling for...

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