The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain in the city does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. You stand at the window of the top floor, the glass cold against your forehead, watching the streets below blur into a single, weeping vein. You are an archivist of minor details, a clerk in the Department of Municipal Records, a...

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