The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell did not ring. That was the first wrong thing. It should have screamed. It should have torn the morning air with its bronze shriek, announcing the start of the shift, the end of the sleep, the beginning of the day. Instead, the great iron tongue hung still in the tower of the Blackwood estate, silent as a dead man’s eye. Thomas stood on the veranda. He was old. His hands, once capable...

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