The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink is dry. It was always dry. You hold the document. It is heavy. Not with paper. With weight. With years. You are a soldier. No. You are a keeper. Of silence. Of lines. Of borders that exist only in the mind. Your name is Thomas. It is a common name. It fits the gray suit. It fits the quiet room. It fits the long hallway. You have walked this hallway for thirty years. The floorboards...

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