The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the observation post, a relentless, metallic percussion that blurred the line between inside and out. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold brick wall, listening to the water. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the first thing they taught us at the Academy, in the dry, chalk-dust...

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