The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train hissed. Steam curled. Cold air bit. Elias stood on the platform. He held the ticket. It was damp. His fingers trembled. He looked at the clock. Ten to nine. Always ten to nine. He was fifty-four. His back ached. The gray in his hair was total. He looked like a man made of dust. But his eyes were bright. Too bright. "You're leaving," a voice said. It was not a question. It was a fact....

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