The Faded River
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the world outside the window into a blur of wet stone and dying leaves. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of the cleaning solution I had been using to scrub the floorboards of the study. I moved slowly, my hands aching in the joints, a dull, familiar pain...
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