The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain hit the windshield in a steady, gray sheet. It blurred the world outside into a watercolor of slate and rust. Martin drove. His hands were loose on the wheel. He felt the vibration of the engine through his palms, a low thrum that matched the hollow ache in his chest. He was going to see his father. The car was a rental. It smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Martin hated...

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