The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a shimmering, liquid mirror where the gaslights bled into long, wavering pools of amber and shadow, and I stood at the threshold of the magistrate’s office, my fingers clutching the hem of my coat until the fabric tore, feeling the cold seep into my bones with a...

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