The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The glass cracked first. It was a thin, white line that started at the top left corner of the bathroom mirror and snaked down to the sink. I watched it appear. I did not touch it. I was still holding my toothbrush. My father stood behind me. He was wearing his work clothes. The denim was stiff. The smell of sawdust and pine resin clung to him. It was a smell that lived in the fibers of our...

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