The Faded Road
The rain hits the window. It taps. It taps again. You are alone in the study. The fire is low. You watch the embers. They glow red. Then they fade. You are old. The bones ache. The mind feels heavy. You are a scholar. You have studied history for forty years. You believe you know the truth. You believe you are wise. This is the lie. The lie that holds you. A knock at the door. Three sharp raps....
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