The Faded River

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The Faded River

You were never meant to leave. The words hung in the air. They tasted of iron. Of old blood. I sat at the table. The wood was cold. It bled into my skin. My father stood by the door. His coat was wet. The rain had stopped. But he was still damp. He looked at me. His eyes were gray. Like the sky before a storm. We had built this house together. Or so I thought. We had laid the bricks. We had...

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