The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of beeswax and wet wool. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat, heavy and cloying, like the air in a closed room where someone has been crying for a long time. Margaret stood by the long oak table, her hands folded in front of her apron. Her fingers were red. Not the pink of health, but the swollen, cracked red of work that never ended. She looked at the men. They...

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