The Faded River

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The Faded River

"You look tired, David." I didn’t look up from the ledger. The ink was still wet. It shimmered like oil on water. "Sleep is for the dead, Arthur," I said. "And for men who don’t have to feed a family." Arthur sighed. He leaned against the doorframe. The wood groaned under his weight. It was an old house. The walls were thick. They held the cold. They held the secrets. "Your brother is here,"...

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