The Faded Road
The rain hit the slate roof. It drummed a steady, cold rhythm. Elias listened. He sat in the chair by the window. The glass was fogged. His breath made a small cloud. It vanished. The house was old. It breathed. The walls settled with a groan. He heard it. He felt it in his teeth. The phone rang. It cut through the silence. A harsh, electric shriek. Elias did not move. He stared at the water on...
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