The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The needle slipped. It pierced the thick, boiled wool of the glove, not the skin, but the air between us. I watched the thread pull taut, a thin white line against the dark. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the problem. We sat in the back of the carriage. It was a small thing, no wider than a dining table. The wheels rattled over the cobblestones, a constant, grinding...

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