The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The letter sat on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, a small red wound against the pale wood. I held it in my hands, feeling the weight of the ink, the texture of the paper. It was from the Ministry. It was from them. I looked up. Edward stood by the window. The light in the room was dim, filtered through heavy velvet curtains that had seen better decades. He did not turn. He never turned...

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