The Faded River

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The Faded River

The morning fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and gray as wool, pressing against the single pane of glass in my study until the world outside dissolved into a formless mist. I sat at my desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows, and watched the condensation bead and trail down the pane. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a viscous substance in the institute,...

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