The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days. It did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight across the windows of the Millhaven office. I sat at my desk, the mahogany worn smooth by decades of hands, my fingers tracing the grain. The clock on the wall ticked, a mechanical heartbeat in the silence. My brother, Silas, had been dead for a week. The coroner had called it an accident. A...

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