The Faded Road
The sign was blue. Faded, yes. Peeling at the corners like skin from a burn. But blue. Elias held it in his gloved hands. He turned it over. The back was bare wood. Splintered. He looked up. The street was empty. Steam rose from a grate. It curled into the gray air. It did not dissipate. It waited. Elias was old. His knees cracked when he stood. He adjusted his spectacles. The lenses were...
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