The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended grey veil that turns the world outside the windowpane into a watercolor smear of slate and rust, blurring the sharp edges of the village you know by heart but can no longer recognize. You sit in the center of the room, the heavy oak chair creaking under the weight of your stillness, your hands resting on the arms with a patience that feels...

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