The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the square tasted of burnt sugar and ozone. You stood at the center. The crowd was a sea of faces. They pressed in. Close. Too close. You could feel the heat of their breath on your neck. It smelled of stale sweat and fear. And something else. Something sweet. Rotting. Your hands were bound. The rope bit into your wrists. It was rough hemp. It scraped your skin. You did not look at...

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