The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the old quarter with a sound that was less like water and more like the slow, inevitable crumbling of stone, a persistent drumming that had no beginning and seemed to possess no end, wrapping the city in a damp, grey silence that pressed against the windows of the room where I sat, watching the mirror on the wall where the reflection of the woman I had...

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