The Faded River

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The Faded River

The coat was wool, charcoal grey, with a lining of crimson silk that had begun to fray at the inner pockets. You had worn it for twenty years, through the humid summers of the valley and the biting winters that turned the air into something you had to chew before you could breathe. It was not a beautiful coat, not in the way the young people’s leather jackets were beautiful, stiff and new. It...

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