The Faded Road
The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Cold. It hit the pavement with a hiss that sounded like steam escaping a valve. Elias stood in the center of the square. He wore a gray suit. It was damp now. The water soaked into the wool. It weighed on him. He did not move. People ran past him. They held umbrellas. Black, blue, red. Canopies of safety. They looked at him. They looked through him. A flicker of...
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