The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mortar was still wet when the truck arrived, a slurry of lime and sand that Elias had mixed with his own hands, his fingers stained a permanent, ghostly white from the labor of saving the chapel from the autumn rains that were gathering in the low, gray clouds above the border town. He was twelve, small for his age, with a face that seemed carved from the same pale stone as the walls he was...

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