The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain hits the tin roof in a relentless, staccato drumroll. You sit in the corner of the cell. The concrete is cold. It seeps through your boots, through your trousers, into your bones. You are still. You have been still for three days. The silence is not empty. It is full. It is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. It tastes of iron and dust. You are Major Elias Thorne. You know this...

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