The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud was cold. It sucked at the boots. The rain fell hard. A grey sheet. It blurred the world. Elias stood. He held the coat. It was blue. Faded now. White at the elbows. The collar was stiff. It had been his father’s. Now it was his. Or perhaps it had always been his. He did not know. He only knew the weight. The heavy, woolen weight against his chest. Across the field, the men waited. They...

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