The Faded River

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The Faded River

"Do it before the freeze," Vane said, his voice flat as a stone dropped into deep water. "Or I’ll do it myself, and you’ll be watching." The smell of the riverbank hit you first, a thick, rotting sweetness of silt and dead algae that coated the back of your throat. You stood there, the rifle heavy in your hands, the metal cold against your palms. The water was black and still, except for the...

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