The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I woke from a dream where the walls of our house were breathing, expanding and contracting with a slow, wet rhythm that matched the beating of my own heart, a rhythm that had not been my own for forty years. The air in the room was thick, stale with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, the kind of smell that settles into the grain of wood and refuses to leave, even when the person who...

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