The Faded Road
The road did not appear on any map Clara had ever consulted. That was the first thing she noticed when she pulled up her rental car at the edge of the Lake District and stepped out into the grey September light. The second thing was the smell of wet earth and crushed heather and something faintly metallic as though the road itself were bleeding a slow patient rust into the moss. She had come to...
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