The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist did not roll in; it stood, a grey wall against the stone of the watchtower, pressing against the glass with a wet, persistent weight. You checked your watch. It was four in the morning, twelve hours before the tribunal, and the river behind the wall was flowing uphill. It was a trick of the fog, you told yourself, the same lie you had told the Inspector for three days. Your boots were...

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