The Faded River

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The Faded River

The boiler room smelled of sulfur and wet iron. It was a thick, living scent that coated the tongue. I stood by the pressure gauges, my hands steady. The needles trembled. Outside, the city of Ashworth screamed. Artillery fire shook the foundations. Dust fell from the vaulted ceilings in grey flakes. We were in the basement of the old textile mill. The walls were brick, thick as a man’s arm....

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