The Faded River

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The Faded River

The brass compass lay open on the damp timber of the weir’s walkway, its needle trembling slightly against the glass as I adjusted the surveyor’s level, my fingers numb from the November wind that had been cutting through the valley for three days. I was fifty-two years old, and the black ink of my certification report was still wet on the clipboard, ready to be signed, ready to condemn the...

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