The Faded Road
The soup was cold, a thick, grey sludge of barley and beef that had been sitting on the counter for three days, and I watched the congealed fat separate into islands of white against the murky brown broth, thinking how it looked like a map of a coastline I had never seen but somehow remembered, a place where the land had given up on holding its shape and simply dissolved into the sea, and I...
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