The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The flour dust hung in the air of the municipal processing plant like a suspended galaxy, a fine, pale snow that settled on the shoulders of the workers and coated the inside of their lungs with a slow, accumulating silence. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the massive, humming conveyor belt, his hands resting on the cold steel railing, watching the sacks of grain move in an endless, rhythmic...

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