The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bread was stale. Marcus saw it. He did not touch it. It sat on the cold steel table. A grey brick. Dry. Hard. He looked at the wall. Concrete. Grey. The cell was small. The air was thick. It tasted of rust and old sweat. "Marcus." A voice. Low. Rough. He turned. Old Silas sat in the corner. His back was against the wall. His eyes were closed. "Marcus," Silas said again. "I hear you," Marcus...

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