The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ice broke at dawn. It did not shatter. It sighed. A long, wet exhalation that tore through the silence of the valley. The river, which had been a frozen vein for months, began to bleed. Thomas stood on the porch. He wore his uniform. It was old. The wool had worn thin at the elbows. The buttons were tarnished silver. He did not look down at his hands. He looked at the water. The ice floated...

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