The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Report." The voice was gravel. It scraped against the silence of the precinct. "Report, Silas." Silas Vance stood by the window. The glass was cold. He wore a uniform that fit him too well. The fabric was stiff. It had lost its sheen. It wore the shape of his body. It wore his fatigue. "I am here, Captain," Silas said. "Then speak." Silas looked at the Captain. The man was old. His face was a...

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