The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ledger on the desk held forty-two entries for the month of November, each one a small, precise death of a neighbor’s land. You counted them again, your finger tracing the ink, the smell of the paper sharp and acidic in the damp air. The fog outside was not weather; it was a substance, a grey slurry that pressed against the glass of the magistrate’s office like a living thing seeking entry....

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