The Faded River
The letter from the demolition firm, *Vanguard Urban Renewal*, lay on the kitchen table, its paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the industrial toner that had printed the notice of eviction. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man whose fingers were permanently stained with the green-black residue of soil and chlorophyll, stared at the signature line where the foreman, a man named Silas...
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