The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain hits the slate. It sounds like applause. You are on your knees in the mud. The mud is cold. It seeps into your bones. You are trying to hold the door shut. The wood groans. It splinters. Your hands are bleeding. The blood mixes with the rain. It smells like iron. It smells like old copper. You are the keeper. You are the warden. You are the prisoner. The house is the cage. The house is...

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