The Faded River

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The Faded River

The steam rising from the stockpot carried a scent that was not merely savory, but heavy, a thick, cloying aroma of wet wool and old rain that seemed to settle in the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood at the pass of the St. Jude’s Convalescent Home kitchen, a room of stainless steel and humming refrigerators that smelled of bleach and despair, watching his left hand drift over the surface...

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