The Faded River

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The Faded River

The boiler room smelled of rust and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Arthur stood before the pressure gauge. The needle trembled. It danced a slow, fatal waltz toward the red zone. His hands were steady. They had to be. Steadiness was the only currency he possessed. The only thing that kept the dark at bay. He was a man of few words. His...

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