The Faded River

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The Faded River

You keep the door open. Always. It is a rule. You do not know why. But you obey. The city hums outside. It is a low, electric thrum. You feel it in your teeth. In your bones. Your mother sits in the chair. Her hands are folded. Her eyes are closed. She looks like stone. Like something carved from the gray air. You watch her. You always watch her. The room is small. White walls. Bare floor....

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