The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ice was splitting along the grain, a long, white fracture that ran the length of the sheet like a vein of quartz, and I was pressing my chisel into the crack with the full weight of my body, my boots slipping on the wet, black scree of the dockside. The wind off the Minch was not blowing; it was shoving, a physical thing that pressed against my chest and stole the air from my lungs, making...

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