The Faded Road
You have always believed that the truth is a thing you can hold, a solid weight in your pocket, but the town of Ockham disagrees, and it does so with a silence that tastes like iron filings and old rain. You are the investigator, the one who walks the narrow, wet streets with your coat collar turned up against the damp chill, looking for the fracture in the mirror, for the place where the...
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