The Faded River
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Home for the Aged was a cathedral of silence, broken only by the rhythmic, wet percussion of silverware against porcelain and the low, droning hum of the ventilation system, a mechanical breath that seemed to inhale the very warmth from the bodies of the elderly guests who sat in rows of high-backed chairs, their faces illuminated by the harsh, unflattering...
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