The Faded River

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The Faded River

The water in the filtration tank was clear. Too clear. I watched the surface, a perfect mirror of the fluorescent lights above, and felt a strange lightness in my chest. It was a trick of the mind, I knew. Or perhaps a trick of the exhaustion. My name is Julian, and I am twelve years old, though I have the calluses of a man who has worked the night shift for a decade. "Read the pressure gauge,...

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