The Faded River
The river had dried up three days ago, leaving behind a scar of cracked clay that stretched out from the back of the house like a broken bone, and Thomas sat on the porch steps, his chin resting on his folded arms, watching the dust settle in the long, amber light of the afternoon which seemed to hang heavy and still over the valley as if the air itself had forgotten how to move. He was twelve...
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