The Faded River
The building stood like a tooth extracted from the city’s jaw. It was grey. It was tall. It was empty. Elias stood on the sidewalk. He looked up. The windows were dark. The glass reflected the rain. He had come to leave. He carried a box. It was small. It was heavy. It held his life. The door was steel. It was locked. He pressed his hand against it. The metal was cold. It bit into his skin. He...
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