The Faded Road
Mara woke with the taste of copper on her tongue and the distinct, suffocating certainty that she had just committed a sin so profound it would echo through the corridors of her own sanity until the end of her days, yet when she sat up in the narrow bed of her fourth-floor apartment in Brooklyn, the room was empty, the morning light pale and indifferent through the grime-streaked window, and...
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