The Faded River
The river in Oakhaven did not flow so much as it remembered, a sluggish, brown artery pulsing through the heart of the town with a low, constant hum that vibrated in the teeth of anyone who stood too close to the bank. Elias, a boy of twelve with hands stained permanently by the varnish he used to patch his father’s shame, stood on the rotting planks of the pier, watching the hull of his...
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