The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bread was dense. It smelled of yeast and old sweat. I held it in my hand. My fingers were shaking. The wind howled. It was a cold wind. It cut through my coat. It cut through my skin. I was walking. I had been walking for days. The road was gone. There was only mud. And rock. And the gray sky. The sky was low. It pressed down on us. Edward was ahead of me. He walked fast. His stride was...

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