The Faded River

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The Faded River

Thomas. That was the sound of my name being called across the cold, tiled floor of the water authority basement, a sharp, thin sound that cut through the hum of the ventilation fans and the damp chill that soaked into my boots. I did not turn around. I was cataloging the intake logs from 1998, my fingers numb, the paper brittle and yellowed, smelling of mildew and old ink. The voice came again,...

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