The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began with the smell of wet concrete and ozone, a scent that Marlowe knew was not natural, not in the way that rain or earth or old paper were natural, but something manufactured and heavy, something that tasted like copper on the back of the tongue and settled in the lungs like fine dust. He was standing in the center of the Atrium, that vast, glass-walled hall where the city’s most...

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