The Faded River

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The Faded River

The tremor in my left hand was no longer a whisper; it was a rattle, a metallic clicking that echoed in the silence of my quarters. I stared at the ledger on the desk, the ink still wet, the numbers cold and absolute. My pension, the lifeblood that would keep the frost from taking my son, Thomas, was frozen. A debt from a decade ago, a clerical error I had not committed, had calcified into a...

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