The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it condensed, a heavy, industrial gray mist that clung to the wet cobblestones of the yard and seeped into the very fibers of my wool coat, a substance that felt less like weather and more like the exhalation of the city’s own exhausted lungs. I stood before the main gate of the Halloway Textile Works, the brass compass in my pocket growing cold against my hip,...

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