The Faded River
The rain tasted of iron. It coated the back of Maren’s throat, metallic and cold, a flavor that had become the baseline of her existence since the deployment. She drove the truck through the mud, the tires spinning in the black slurry that swallowed the road to the edge of the valley. The engine hummed a low, broken note, a sound like a dying animal. Inside the cab, the air was thick with the...
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