The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain against the window of the precinct station was not water, it was a static charge, a white noise that blurred the line between the street and the glass. I sat in my chair, the vinyl cracked along the armrests, and watched the drop smear down the pane. It was a Tuesday. I knew this because the clock on the wall, the one with the second hand that skipped every third tick, had not yet...

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