The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained. I lay on the thin mattress in the attic room of the Whitmore estate, listening to the rain hammer the slate roof. It sounded like applause. Or maybe it sounded like the crushing of small bones. I sat up. The room was cold. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I was not home. I had not been home...

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