The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain against the windowpane of the study was not a sound so much as a texture, a rhythmic, wet friction that seemed to erode the very solidity of the room. Elias Thorne sat in the heavy leather chair, his fingers resting on the cold brass of his spectacles, watching the water streak down the glass in long, weeping lines. He was a man of precise habits, a historian of the industrial age,...

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