The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink had dried. It had always dried, eventually. Elias sat in the booth of the diner, the vinyl cracked and peeling under his fingertips. The smell of burnt coffee hung in the air, a thick, suffocating blanket that did nothing to warm him. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, blurring the neon sign of the station into a smear of red and blue. He was a man who read the future in the...

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