The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bus smelled of damp wool and diesel. It was a smell that clung to the skin. Elias sat in the back row. The window was cracked open. Cold air bled in. He watched the trees blur. They were brown skeletons against the gray sky. He held his hands in his lap. His fingers were raw. The calluses had cracked. Blood seeped through the bandages. He did not wipe it away. He needed the pain. It kept...

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