The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Put it on." The voice was low. It scraped against the silence of the room like a key in a rusty lock. Thomas did not look up. He held the wool sweater in his hands. It was blue. A deep, bruising indigo that had faded at the elbows to the color of old ash. The wool was thick. It smelled of lanolin and damp earth. It smelled of his father. "Thomas." He looked up then. His father stood in the...

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