The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cell was small. The air was thick. It smelled of rust and old sweat. I sat on the cold iron bench. My hands were cuffed. They were red. They bled. A drop fell. It hit the stone floor. A dark dot. A door opened. Light spilled in. It was hard. It was white. I squinted. A man walked in. He wore a grey suit. He was tall. He had grey hair. His face was calm. It was a mask. "James," he said. His...

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