The Faded River
The leather cover of the journal was slick with rain, and Elias held it so tightly his knuckles turned white against the damp grain. He stood in the mud of the ridge, the water pooling around his boots, and he knew the bank would take the house in three days. Three days. The foreclosure notice had arrived on a Tuesday, printed on cheap paper that smelled of toner and indifference. He needed the...
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