The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain tapped against the glass. It was a rhythmic, dull sound. A heartbeat for the dying room. Elias sat in the chair by the window. His hands were still. They were old hands. The skin was thin. The veins stood out like blue ropes. He held the stone. It was a river stone. Smooth. Cold. Dark. He had found it years ago. Near the bridge. It was heavy in his palm. A weight of memory. The house...

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