The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wind did not howl, not really, it just scraped against the eaves of the old stone house with a sound like dry leaves being rubbed between the palms of a man who had forgotten what softness felt like, and in that scraping I could hear the entire history of the valley, a long, thin thread of sound that stretched back to when the first settlers carved their names into the bark of the oaks that...

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