The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The blood on my sleeve was not mine. It was red. Bright. Sticking to the wool. I wiped it on my trousers. The wool was grey. It soaked the color in. I looked at my hand. My knuckles were split. The skin was raw. I felt a throb. One beat. Two beats. Pain. Sharp. Clean. The room was small. The walls were close. They breathed. I could hear the pipes. A hum. Low. Deep. It sounded like a dying...

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