The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell above the door did not ring. It hung still, a tarnished brass eye watching the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon light. "Is the mortar set?" asked a voice from the threshold. Elias did not turn. His hands were deep in the gray paste, kneading it with a rhythm that matched his own breathing. He felt the cool dampness seep into his cracked knuckles. The smell of lime and earth...

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