The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The iron gates of the Whitmore Insane Asylum groan open, a sound like a ship’s hull splitting against a frozen shore, and you step through onto the gravel, the taste of rust and ozone thick in your mouth. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the calendar on the wall behind the reception desk is stained with tea and tears, the dates smudged into a single, indistinct brown smear. You are here...

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