The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the station. A rhythmic, deafening drum. Elias wiped the glass. He watched the train pull away. The steam hissed. It mixed with the cold air. A ghost. A shape. He stood alone. The platform was empty. The lights buzzed. They hummed a low, sick note. "Where are you going, Elias?" He did not turn. He knew the voice. It was low. It was rough....

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