The Faded River

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The Faded River

The coat was gone. It had been hanging on the hook by the door for six years, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that smelled of pipe tobacco and damp earth. Now the nail stood alone, a small, rusted tooth in the plaster. I stood in the hallway of the Whitmore estate, the silence pressing against my eardrums like deep water. The air was cold, carrying the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic...

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