The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the line between the wet cobblestones of the courtyard and the sky above, and Sergeant Major Arthur Penhaligon sat in the center of the small, windowless room, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, his hands resting in his lap, and he was waiting for the sound of the key to turn in the lock, a sound that...
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