The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron gate sat shut. It had sat shut for six years. I stood before it in the grey rain, my coat heavy with water, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of what I carried. Inside, the house waited. It was a structure of stone and silence, a fortress built to keep out the world and, eventually, to keep in the truth. I was a carpenter. I built things that could be broken. This...

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