The Faded Portrait

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The road out of the city was not a road at all, but a scar in the earth, a long, jagged tear of red clay and crushed slate that wound endlessly toward the horizon. I walked it for three days without stopping, my boots worn thin until the soles were no more than memory, my feet raw and bleeding against the cold, unyielding ground. I was a man carrying a house in my mind, a structure of stone and...

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