The Faded Road
The moss grew thick. It ate the stone. It drank the rain. Silas sat in the dark. The cell was small. The air was cold. He breathed in. He breathed out. A moth beat against the wall. It was a white moth. Its wings were torn. Silas watched it. It fluttered. It fell. It died. Silas did not move. He was a prisoner. He was a sinner. The judge had sentenced him. The crowd had cheered. Silas...
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