The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the town like a second, wetter layer of reality. I stood in the corridor of the municipal archives, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and the ozone tang of the storm pressing against the high, barred windows. My left hand, the one I used for signing documents, for shaking the hands of...

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