The Faded River

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The Faded River

The coat hung on the hook by the door of the cramped, third-floor apartment in the district where the fog settled like a heavy, wet wool blanket that refused to be peeled back by the weak afternoon sun, and it was not merely a garment but a vessel, a hollowed-out chrysalis that held within its folds the accumulated weight of every whisper, every tremor, and every silent plea that had ever...

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