The Faded River

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The Faded River

You wake up in the back of a moving car, the seatbelt cutting a pale groove into your shoulder, and the first thing you notice is not the smell of stale tobacco and rain, but the sound of your own breathing, shallow and panicked, trapped in the tight cage of your ribs. The window beside you is fogged from the inside, a grey membrane through which the city of Chicago appears only as a smear of...

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