The Faded River

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The Faded River

The crate in your hands is heavy, the wood warped by damp, the nails rusted to the color of dried blood. You stand on the wet cobblestones of the Bristol harbor, the rain slicking the wool of your coat until it clings to your skin like a second, colder layer. In your other hand, you clutch a manifest that has been stamped, re-stamped, and finally rejected. You are Florence Marsh, thirty-four,...

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