The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rag bit into the stone, and I felt the grit of the floor grinding against my knuckles as I scrubbed the painted line that separated the workers’ domain from the Director’s sanctum. My father’s ledger sat in my pocket, the leather soft and warm from the heat of my body, a secret weight against my hip that threatened to pull me under. The air in the administrative hall was thick with the dust...

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