The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bread was hard. I could feel the crust pressing into my teeth, sharp and unyielding. I chewed slowly. The taste was stale. It tasted of dust and old flour. I looked at the woman across from me. Her name was Clara. She had eyes the color of wet slate. They did not blink. I placed the piece of bread on the table. It crumbled. A small cloud of white dust rose. It settled on the blue cloth. The...

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