The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped for forty days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, mirrored reflection of the sky, and I stood at the edge of the quarry where the water rose to meet the earth, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and rot. I was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the law, a role that required me to view the world...
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