The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the low, humming sky. I stood on the corner of Ashworth and 4th, my coat damp with a chill that seemed to seep through the wool and into my bones, though the air itself was still. As a senior inspector for the precinct, I had learned to read the silence of a street before...

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