The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the air in the small, windowless study into something thick and breathable, like damp wool. I sat at the heavy oak desk, my fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug that had long since lost its warmth, and I watched the condensation bead and run down the glass of the single window that overlooked the neglected garden....

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