The Faded Road

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2026-08-19 14:34:36 -

The Faded Road

The fire took the roof at dawn. Smoke. Thick. Gray. It swallowed the street. I watched from the alley. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or guilt. I could not tell. The city was waking. Steam hissed from the grates. The smell of coal and wet stone hung in the air. A smell of industry. Of progress. Of something rotting underneath. My name is Arthur. I am a man who builds cages. Iron...

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