The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink bled. It did not dry. It spread across the parchment like a bruise, dark and swollen, refusing the boundaries of the pen. I watched it. I held my hand steady. My father’s hand shook. We were in the office. The air was thick. It smelled of dust and old paper. The clock ticked. It was loud. It was a hammer. It struck the silence. The Magistrate sat across from us. He was tall. He was...

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