The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain stopped at dawn. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. He watched the street below. It was empty. No cars. No dogs. Just the wet asphalt. Shine like oil. He turned back to the room. The kitchen was small. The walls were peeling. Yellow paint. Flaking off. Like dead skin. On the table. A bowl. Blue ceramic. Chipped at the rim. Inside. A gray paste. Thick. Smelling of iron. And...

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