The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The room smelled of boiled wool and old paper. It was a suffocating scent. The air was thick. We gathered in the long hall. Chairs scraped against the floor. The sound was a dry rattle. I sat in the back. My hands were cold. They lay on my knees. I watched the door. The door opened. Light spilled in. Dust motes danced. Then men entered. They wore grey coats. Their faces were blank. They moved...

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