The Faded River
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the windowpane. Margot sat in the center of the chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap, watching the water streak down the glass in slow, deliberate lines. The room was cold, a heavy dampness that settled into the bones and stayed there, refusing to evaporate. She had been here for...
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