The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, viscous curtain of grey water that turned the winding road into a river of mud and shattered glass, and I drove my car through it with the mechanical precision of a man who has long since ceased to hope for a destination that is not already lost, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the silence...
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