The Faded River

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The Faded River

You are the Captain. You are the wall. The rain hammers the tin roof of the supply depot. It is the only sound that matters. The others are silent. They wait. You hold the rifle. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. Pure, white-hot fear. The air smells of wet wool and old grease. The fire burns in the center of the room. It is not a normal fire. The flames are blue. They do not crackle....

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