The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the neon bleed of the city above, and I stood on the bridge, my hands gripping the wet iron railing so tightly that my knuckles had turned the color of bone, watching the water rush below with a hunger that felt almost personal, almost alive,...

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