The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I woke in the house that my father built, a structure of heavy oak and stained glass that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic pulse of the centuries, and the first thing I saw, before the light had fully penetrated the thick velvet curtains, was the object sitting on the bedside table where it had been placed, not by me, but by the hands of the man who would become my mirror, my judge,...

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