The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silence in the Hall of St. Jude’s was not an absence of sound but a heavy, living thing, a viscous fluid that coated the throat and settled in the lungs like silt from a stagnant river. Thomas, who was twelve years old and possessed of a stillness that unsettled the older boys in the dormitory, sat in the shadow of the great oak table, his eyes fixed on the small, chipped ceramic bowl in...

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