The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by the weight of the sky, a grey, suffocating blanket that pressed down on the thatched roof of the mill. You stood in the center of the wheelhouse, the air thick with the smell of wet stone, decaying wood, and the metallic tang of the water that churned below the floorboards. It was the year of the great frost, a time when the...

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