The Faded River
The jar sat on the desk. Glass. Thick. Heavy. It held a single spoon. Thomas stared at it. The metal was tarnished. Dark. The bowl of the spoon was dented. A small crater in the center. Like a moon. Like an eye. He reached out. His hand shook. He grabbed the jar. The glass was cold. It bit his palm. He lifted it. The weight was wrong. Too heavy for the size. He carried it to the sink. The water...
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