The Faded River

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The Faded River

The name came across the linoleum floor of the town hall like a stone skipping on ice, flat and hard and final. "Elias Thorne, you are in session." I looked up from the table, my hands trembling so badly that the coffee in the mug sloshed over the rim and spread a dark, oily stain across the minutes of the meeting. I was forty-two, but in that fluorescent light, under the gaze of the council, I...

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