The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray drizzle that turned the dirt roads of the valley into thick, sucking mud and made the air smell of wet stone and decaying leaves. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the back of his patrol truck, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was a man of forty-five, though the lines around his eyes and the...

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