The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The blood was warm. It ran from a cut above Walter’s eye, mixing with the sweat, dripping onto the collar of his white shirt. He held his rifle steady. His hands did not shake. They never shook. Not anymore. The town of Oakhaven lay below him, gray and silent under the morning fog. The church steeple poked through the mist like a broken tooth. Walter waited. He had been waiting for three days....

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