The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain was coming down in sheets. It hit the window glass with a sound like static. I was sitting in the library of the university, the old stone building on the hill. The air smelled of dust and wet wool. My hands were shaking. I looked at the file on the desk. It was just a file. A manila folder. But it felt heavy. It felt like a brick. I am a historian. I study the past. I think I know how...

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