The Faded River

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The Faded River

The house was breathing. It was a slow, tidal exhalation. Dust motes drifted in the shaft of afternoon light. They hung suspended. They did not fall. Silas stood in the hallway. He was an old man. His uniform was crisp. It was too tight across the shoulders. The brass buttons caught the sun. They glared. They blinded him. He walked toward the door. The door was oak. It was heavy. It had a lock....

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