The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink stains your thumb. It is black. It is permanent. You sit at the desk. The wood is oak. It is cold. The air smells of dust and iron. You are the clerk. You are the mirror. The man across from you is the King. He is not a king. He is a buyer. He is a seller. He is you. The year is 1892. The city is London. The fog is thick. It chokes the streets. It chokes the lungs. You live in the city....

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