The Faded River

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The Faded River

The pencil snapped under my thumb, leaving a jagged graphite smear on the ceiling stain. I stared at the mark, a dark bruise spreading across the plaster like a capillary burst, and felt the familiar, cold weight of the damp pressing against my forehead. Julian had always said that water finds the weakest point in any structure, whether it is a beam, a foundation, or a man’s conscience. I am...

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