The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the capital into a slick, reflective mirror where the headlights of passing cars smeared into long, golden streaks of light, and it was into this damp, suffocating silence that Eleanor Ashworth stepped out of her black sedan, her heels sinking slightly into the mud of the courthouse lawn, her posture...
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