The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain, thick as wool, draped over the valley. It smelled of wet iron and old paper. Inside the station, the air was still. Stagnant. The clock on the wall ticked. A dry, wooden sound. Like a bone cracking. Cora Vance sat in the corner. She did not look at the door. She looked at her hands. They were pale. Thin. The knuckles swollen. She waited. The door...

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