The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train cuts through the grey belly of London. You are the scholar. You are the ghost. You are the thing that breaks. The city is a wound. It oozes rain. It oozes noise. You hold your ticket like a talisman. It is useless. The paper is soft. Wet. It dissolves in your palm. You look at the window. Your reflection is a smear. A bruise. A face you do not know. You are going to see your mother....

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