The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The soup was cold, a thick, grey sludge of turnip and bone that sat in the center of the table like a stagnant pond. Margaret stared at it, her spoon hovering above the surface, trembling not from the chill of the room but from a tension that had lived in her jaw for three days. Across the table, her sister Elise was already eating, the rhythmic crunch of the bread against her teeth sounding...

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