The Faded River

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The Faded River

The table groaned under the weight of the roast. It was a heavy thing, a slab of meat dark as a bruise, sitting on a plate of chipped china that had seen better decades. The air in the basement was thick. It tasted of dust, old wool, and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the rain lashed against the single, high window. It was a cold, wet November night in the city, the kind that seeps into...

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