The Faded Road
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a rhythmic, violent drumming that mirrored the pounding of Thomas Bradshaw’s heart as he stood before the full-length mirror, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the seconds ticking away on the digital clock above the door. He was adjusting the tie, a strip of dark, heavy wool that felt...
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