The Faded River

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The Faded River

The count began at zero. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, the concrete floor cold through the thin soles of his boots, and watched the seconds tick by on the wall clock. One. Two. Three. The dream had left him with the taste of silt in his mouth, a thick, grey sludge that coated his teeth. He spat it out, a dark smear on the metal tray, and began to dress. His hands shook, a fine tremor...

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