The Faded River

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The Faded River

The jackhammer bit into the concrete with a rhythmic, bone-deep thrum that I felt in my teeth before I heard it with my ears. I was thirty-two years old, standing in the center of the grain silo in Oakhaven, my hard hat slick with sweat and dust, trying to certify the structure for demolition so I could finally collect the pension my father never got. The walls were vibrating, a low, resonant...

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