The Faded River

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The Faded River

You sit in the dark. The room is cold. The air tastes of rust. You are alone. The machine hums. A low, electric drone. It vibrates in your teeth. In your bones. You are the prisoner. Not of a cell. But of your own guilt. The guilt of the leak. The toxic runoff. The black sludge that stained the valley. You were the engineer. You knew the pressure limits. You signed the waiver. You took the...

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