The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The room smells of damp wool and the metallic tang of old copper, a scent that has seeped into the very grain of the walls over decades of quiet stagnation, and you sit in the high-backed chair with its broken springs, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against your eardrums like deep water, while the only sound in the vast, dim office is the rhythmic, hollow ticking of the grandfather...

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