The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the Blackwood Valley had turned into a viscous, sucking black tar that seemed to have a will of its own, pulling at our boots with a tenacity that felt almost biological. I walked behind Silas, my back aching with the dull, throbbing rhythm of the pack I carried, while the mist rolled in from the riverbed, thick as wool and heavy with the...

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