The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

You’re bleeding. Look at it. Red on the white wool. It soaks in fast. The wind bites your neck. Cold. Sharp. You don’t feel it. You only feel the heat. The hot, wet pulse in your side. “Hold on, Jack,” the old man says. His voice is low. Rough as gravel. He is small. He is old. His face is a map of scars and sun. He does not look at you. He looks at the road. Or what is left of it. The mud is...

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