The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink bled into the grain of the mahogany, a dark vein spreading across the surface like a bruise that refused to heal. I wiped my thumb against the blotter, but the stain remained, a testament to the pressure I had applied, or perhaps the pressure that had been applied to me. The shop was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the low, ceaseless hum of the electric fan...

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