The Faded River

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The Faded River

I remember the white sky that gave no shadow, a flat, oppressive ceiling of light that turned the backwaters into a sheet of hammered tin. I was standing on the bank, my boots sinking into the silt, watching the river move against the current, thick and viscous as old honey. The hum of the fridge in the empty shop behind me was a low, constant drone, a mechanical heartbeat that matched the...

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