The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had been falling for three days, a soft, persistent mist that turned the gray stone of the city into a watercolor smear of indigo and slate. You remember the exact moment you first noticed the river, not as a body of water, but as a mirror. It lay beneath the iron bridge on 4th Street, wide and still, reflecting the gaslights with a fidelity that felt almost aggressive in its clarity....

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