The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the black iron gates of the estate. Inside, the air was still. It was thick with the scent of wax and old paper. Marcus stood by the fireplace. He held a glass of brandy. His hand did not shake. He was a man of order. He was a man of law. He had spent twenty years enforcing the rules of this house. Now, the house was eating him alive. The door...

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