The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink had dried on the third line of page forty-two, exactly where it had dried on the first two. I counted the words. Forty-seven. The same forty-seven words, repeated three times in a column that looked less like translation and more like a seizure. My hands were steady. That was the trouble. They were steady, yet the memory of the sentence had slipped out of my head like water through a...

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