The Faded River

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The Faded River

The oak tree in the center of the plaza stood still, a silent witness to the decades that had ground against the pavement. Its roots had drunk from the same underground water table for a hundred years, indifferent to the asphalt, indifferent to the cars, indifferent to me. I sat on the bench beneath its canopy, my hands resting on my knees, the leather of my gloves cracked and dry. The city...

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