The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain slicks the cobblestones of the market square, turning them into dark mirrors. You stand under the awning of the apothecary, your hand gripping the hem of your coat. The wool is thick, dark, and heavy. It has saved you from the cold for ten years. It has kept you warm through the long winters of your marriage. Now it feels like a shroud. The crowd parts around you. They do not look at...

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