The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fire started in the boiler room. It was a Tuesday. That was all that mattered. The heat rose like a living thing, licking the pipes, turning the iron into a red, pulsing heart. Silas Vane stood at his desk. The wood was old. Oak. It had been here since the factory opened in 1923. His name was carved into the corner. He had done it himself, with a pocket knife, during his first week. He was...

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