The Faded River

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The Faded River

The paper was yellowed, brittle at the edges, and smelled of damp wool and old smoke. I held it under the single bare bulb in the kitchen, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ink. It was a letter, unsigned, dated three years before my mother left the village. I had found it wedged behind the floorboards of the pantry, a place where the wood had warped with age and...

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