The Faded River

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The Faded River

The departure was not a thunderclap but a slow, viscous draining of the air from the lungs of the house, a silence that settled upon the floorboards like a fine, grey silt, accumulating in the corners where the light from the gas lamps struggled to penetrate the encroaching twilight of a world that was rapidly, irrevocably turning its back on the old ways. Marguerite stood in the center of the...

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