The Faded River
The coat was heavy, a thing of deep wool that had once been the color of a bruise, now faded to the pale, exhausted grey of a winter sky. You wore it like a second skin, a shield against the biting wind that swept across the high plateau where the Institute sat, perched like a crow on a broken bone. It was the only thing you owned that remembered who you were before the silence took hold. You...
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