The Faded River

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The Faded River

"You are eating the floor, Elias. Again." My father’s voice did not rise. It never did. It was a flat, dry thing, like a leaf skittering across concrete, carrying a weight that could crush a bone without breaking the skin. I looked down. My hands were buried in the dark, wet earth of the basement floor, digging. Not for worms. Not for coins. But for the taste. I pulled a clump of soil up to my...

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