The Faded River
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the muddy roads outside the compound into thick, sucking rivers of brown sludge that swallowed the tires of any vehicle foolish enough to attempt the passage, and inside the long, low building with its peeling paint and windows taped shut against the draft, the air was thick with the...
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