The Faded Road
You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. It is thick. It is old. You are in the chair. The chair is wooden. It bites your spine. The room is white. The walls are white. The light is white. It hurts your eyes. You close them. You open them. The white remains. A door opens. It creaks. A woman enters. She wears a gray dress. Her hair is pinned back tight. She holds a tray. On the tray is a...
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