The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train hissed to a stop in Oakhaven, a sound like a dying animal, and Elias stepped onto the platform with his left hand clenched tight against his chest. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke, clinging to his coat as he pulled his father’s ledger from his bag. He was forty-two, an immigrant from a country whose name he no longer spoke, and he had come to sell the mill...

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