The Faded River
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the town of Oakhaven had begun to drown in a quiet, grey surrender to the water. You are driving the patrol car, the one with the dented fender and the radio that crackles with static like a dying radio station, and the wipers are failing, just barely, missing a fraction of the windshield each time they sweep back across the glass. Your hands are...
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