The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of the city into a murky river of reflections, blurring the hard edges of the buildings until they seemed to dissolve into the wet air, and it was in this atmosphere of perpetual dampness that Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the open-plan office, her hands trembling not from cold but from a...
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