The Faded River

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The Faded River

The light in the kitchen was the color of old bruised plums, thick and heavy, and I counted the hours by the way the shadows stretched across the flagstones, each one a finger pointing toward the door that I was not allowed to open. There were seven hours left until the sun dipped below the canal roofs, and I had scrubbed the floorboards until the wood grain was visible, until the lye water had...

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