The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bruise on my forearm is purple and swollen, a hard knot of pain that throbs in time with my heartbeat. I sit in the corner of my office, the door locked, the blinds drawn against the gray afternoon light. The report is on my desk. It is a single sheet of paper, typed in standard font, and it calls me unstable. The magistrate’s estate was raided for evidence of embezzlement. I broke the...

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