The Faded River

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The Faded River

He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained. It sat on his chest like a wet stone. Rain tapped against the windowpane. A steady, rhythmic drumming. He was in the city. The concrete hummed. The air smelled of ozone and wet asphalt. Elias sat up. His bones clicked. Old injuries. They never fully healed. They just waited. He was a police officer....

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