The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cold in the Auvergne does not ask permission. It seeps into the bones of the dead volcanoes, freezing the wells and turning the air into a physical weight that presses against the windows of the municipal archive in Puy-de-Dôme. Fernand Lambert, fifty-eight of Marsh Hollow, sat at his desk, the smell of ozone and old paper thick in his throat, staring at the final ledger of the River...

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