The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train pulled out. I watched the platform shrink. Then I turned around. The carriage was empty. Or so it seemed. The air smelled of dust. And old velvet. I sat down. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. I am a scholar. Of minor things. Of forgotten men. I have spent my life in archives. Dusty rooms. Silent halls. I know the names of ghosts. But I do not know my own. This is my secret. I...

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