The Faded River
The train moved through the gray, industrial sprawl of the city with a rhythmic, metallic groan that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Thomas’s bones, a low-frequency hum that served as the backdrop to the terrible, quiet panic rising in his chest as he watched the reflection of his own face in the soot-streaked window glass, a face that looked older than his seventeen years, etched with a...
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