The Faded Photograph
The road to the coast was not a road at all, but a scar in the earth, a long, jagged line of mud and broken stone that stretched out into the grey, wet distance, and Thomas walked it with his left foot wrapped in rags that had once been white, now stained the color of dried blood and old tea. He was a man who had left everything behind, the warm hearth of his childhood, the smell of baking...
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