The Faded River

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The Faded River

In the grey, soot-dusted haze of the mill town, Arthur Penhaligon did not so much wake as drift upward from a dream that tasted of copper and stale bread, his consciousness arriving in the cold room like a slow, heavy fog settling over the windowpane. The dream had been one of endless corridors, white and sterile, where the air was thick with the scent of boiled linseed and the quiet,...

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