The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The lichen was spreading. It moved slowly, a white tide over the grey stones of the old abbey. I watched it. I always watched it. "Is it eating the wall?" Thomas asked. He stood by my side. His boots were muddy. He was always muddy. I kept my shoes clean. I had to be careful. The air here was thick with dust and old prayers. "Spores," I said. "Just spores." "Spores," he repeated. He tested the...

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