The Faded River

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2026-08-18 03:16:47 -

The Faded River

You are standing on the platform at Dunmore Junction, and the rain is not falling so much as it is being erased from the air by a thick, grey fog that smells of wet wool and diesel oil, a scent that has permeated your coat, your hair, and the very lining of your lungs until you feel as though you are breathing the city itself rather than the sky above it. You are holding a leather briefcase...

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