The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The stone house sat on the ridge like a clenched fist, watching over the valley with a patience that felt less like architectural permanence and more like a held breath. I had been its keeper for three years, or perhaps it had been mine; the distinction had blurred somewhere in the endless, gray cycle of inspections and silence. As a border patrol officer, I was expected to be a sentinel, a...

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