The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum did not creak; they ground against the gravel with a sound like a bone snapping inside a thick, wet muscle, and I stood on the other side of that threshold, feeling the weight of my service badge press a cold, circular hole into the center of my chest. It was a November afternoon in the industrial sprawl of Pennsylvania, where the sky hung low and grey,...

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