The Faded River

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The Faded River

He woke with the taste of rust on his tongue. The dream was gone. Only the sensation remained. A slick, metallic film coating the inside of his mouth. He spat it into the sink. Red water. It swirled down the drain. A thin, persistent trail. The room was gray. Industrial gray. The walls were concrete. The air smelled of ozone and old paper. A single window let in a pale, flat light. It was...

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