The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink is dead. Elias Thorne screamed at the blotter, his voice cracking in the damp dark of the Ministry basement. The words tore out of him, ragged and wet. He wanted the Clean Slate decree finalized by noon. He wanted the debt records of the displaced erased, burned, gone. The paper refused. It bled. A dark, arterial red seeped from the fibers, mirroring the guilt he had buried with his...

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