The Faded River

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The Faded River

The house stood in the fog. It was a structure of stone and silence. A cathedral of brick. The ivy had died. The walls wept dampness. Arthur Penhaligon sat at the desk. He was old. His hands were maps of veins. Blue lines under pale skin. He held a pen. The ink was black. It smelled of iron. He had been here for three days. He had come to catalog. To list. To fix the past in paper. The...

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