The Faded Road
The mirror is cracked. You see it every morning. A jagged white vein splits the glass, running from the top left corner down to the center. It is a fracture in your reflection. You are a detective in the city of Ashworth, a place where the rain tastes of iron and the streets are slick with the memory of winter. You are forty-five. Your knees ache when the barometric pressure drops. You hold the...
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