The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wind did not howl that night, but it screamed, a high, thin, tearing sound that scraped against the eaves of the stone chapel and rattled the stained glass with a violence that seemed to mock the stillness of the dust beneath, while Edmund, a man whose hands had spent forty years in the quiet, repetitive labor of mending nets and counting sheep, stood in the center of the nave holding a...

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