The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain hits the window of the cell. It is a cold, industrial rain. It smells of coal smoke and wet iron. You are sitting on the floor. Your back is against the stone wall. It is cold. You do not move. You are a soldier. You are a prisoner. These two things are the same now. You look at your hands. They are bound by cloth. The cloth is torn. It looks like skin that has been stripped away. You...

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