The Faded River

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The Faded River

The needle slid beneath the skin of my wife’s arm, and I felt the resistance of the fluid before it entered the vein, a pressure that mirrored the weight of the silence in the room. I had been grading wool at the market since dawn, my hands stained with lanolin and the dust of the bales, but the memory of the mercury dream clung to me, a cold, metallic taste that no amount of scrubbing could...

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