The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The road was not a path. It was a wound. It split the valley like a scar left by a god’s careless hand. The dirt was red, wet, and thick. It clung to Tom’s boots. It sucked at his heels. Every step was a struggle. The air smelled of rot and rain. Tom was ten. He was small. His ribs showed through his shirt. He walked alone. Or he thought he was alone. He carried a basket. Inside was a loaf of...

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