The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the communal hall of the St. Jude’s shelter smelled of boiled cabbage and wet wool, a thick, pervasive scent that seemed to cling to the back of the throat like a second skin, and in the center of the long, scarred oak table sat a ceramic bowl of oatmeal that had long since turned to a cold, gray sludge, its surface cracked into a mosaic of dried patches that reflected the dim, amber...

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