The Faded River

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The Faded River

The letter from the magistrate arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, and you watched it dry on the oak table while the rain lashed against the leaded windows of your workshop. You are a letterpress operator, a man whose hands are stained permanently with the ink of other people’s words, and for thirty years you have believed that the shape of a letter is a promise that...

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