The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The lamp is broken. You see it now. The glass is shattered. The wick is blackened. It sits on the table in the center of the room. It has always been there. You just could not see it. The air is thick. It tastes of copper and old dust. The walls breathe. They expand and contract. A slow, rhythmic heave. Like a lung. Like a heart. You are not alone. Your sister is there. She stands by the...

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