The Faded River

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The Faded River

The tea was always hot. That was the problem. It sat in the ceramic mug, steam curling upward like a ghost refusing to dissipate, burning the rim of the cup. Elias held it with both hands. He did not drink. He needed the warmth. It was a physical anchor in a world that had turned to glass and ice. He was a man of few words, but his silence was loud. It filled the small, cramped apartment in the...

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