The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train cut through the grey rain, a steel needle stitching the wound of the night. I sat by the window, watching the world smear into a blur of dark trees and wet gravel. In my lap lay the case. It was heavy. Not with weight, but with the silence of what it contained. Inside, a single coat. Navy blue. Wool. It had belonged to my wife, Elena. Or rather, it had been the coat I wore when I...

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