The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The river was gone. Not dry, not frozen. Just gone. You wake on the floor of the cellar. The air is thick. It tastes of wet wool and old iron. Your knees hurt. They always hurt now. You are fifty-two. You feel eighty. The light is wrong. It is grey. It has no source. You sit up. Your back pops. A sound like a twig snapping. You climb the stairs. One by one. The wood groans under your weight. It...

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