The Faded River

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The Faded River

Mara sat in the kitchen. The light was gray. It came through the window. It touched the table. It touched her hands. Her hands were rough. They were stained with ink. She held a piece of paper. It was white. It was blank. She looked at it. She did not move. The clock on the wall ticked. It was loud. It was steady. It marked the seconds. It marked the hours. It marked the days. She had been here...

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