The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron taste of blood was thick in my mouth, metallic and ancient, as I drove my elbow into the throat of the man who had just tried to break my ribs with a heavy oak chair leg. We were not fighting for glory, nor for honor, which are words that have long since rotted in the mouths of men like him, but for the simple, desperate necessity of survival in a room where the air itself seemed to...

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