The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was still wet when the cold bit through my gloves, a sharp, living thing that settled into the knuckles and refused to leave. I was mapping the stretch of the river where the water runs black and slow, and the stones beneath the ice were warm, a heat that had no business existing in November, radiating up through the soles of my boots like a fever. I pressed my palm against the bank,...

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