The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train smelled of wet wool and rust. It smelled of the earth being dragged behind a plow. Elias sat in the corner of the second-class carriage. His hands were folded in his lap. They were small hands. They were the hands of a child. But they were still. They were stone. Outside, the fields of Kent rolled by. They were gray. The sky was a sheet of iron. It did not move. It did not blink....

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