The Faded River

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The Faded River

Act I Tauno Elo stood in the courtyard of the Old Customs House, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the flagstones into a slick, treacherous paste. He was thirty-four years old, a man who had spent the last two decades measuring the weight of grain sacks and the integrity of timber, and now he stood here because the Bureau had decided his competence was a kind of stagnation. The...

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