The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The mist that rolls off the River Ouse at dawn is not merely water vapor but a physical weight, a dense, grey wool that drapes over the cobblestones of Harrowgate with the indifferent persistence of a shroud, and it is into this suffocating, silent blanket that you walk, the leather soles of your boots dampening as they sink into the wet earth, the scent of rotting peat and iron filling your...

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