The Faded River

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The Faded River

Hoa’s hands moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since stopped thinking, the scissors gliding through the grey strands of an old man’s hair, the clippers humming a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate in the very linoleum of the shop floor. The air in the shop was thick, not just with the scent of bay rum and damp wool, but with the weight of a lease that had...

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