The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink smelled of iron and old blood. Silas kept it in a jar by the window. The glass was cracked. A hairline fracture ran up the side like a frozen vein. He did not fix it. He liked the leak. It reminded him that things hold together only for a time. The Hall of Records was not a hall. It was a basement. It smelled of damp stone and rotting paper. The air was thick. It pressed against the...

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