The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The cough started as a tickle, a dry rustle in the back of my throat that I mistook for the dust of the archive. I had come to the city to work, to apply my degree in structural engineering to the great iron bones of the new transit lines. It was the age of the steam and the spark, of glass towers piercing the low-hanging fog, and I was a man who believed that if a thing could be measured, it...

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