The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not stopped in three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world into a blur of mud and wet stone, and we walked because walking was the only thing that kept the silence from eating us alive. I am not a man who speaks much, and certainly not one who speaks well, but the road from the coast to the highlands demanded a rhythm, a back-and-forth of feet on gravel that filled the...

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