The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog rolls in thick. It smells of wet wool and old pennies. You stand by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe it away. You wipe it again. The town of Harrow Creek is gone. Just white. Just silence. You hold the box. It is small. It is heavy. It contains the map. The map is yellowed. The lines are faded. But the ink is still black. It is sharp. It is true. You have...

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