The Faded River

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The Faded River

The siren did not wail; it hummed, a low, persistent thrum that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of my apartment and into the marrow of my bones. It was the sound of the perimeter holding, a digital fence that the system maintained to keep the chaos of the city at bay. I stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, jagged lines. Below, the streets of Sector 4...

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