The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain had stopped, but the air in the basement still tasted of wet chalk and old paper, a thick, suffocating mixture that seemed to cling to the back of my throat as I stood before the oak desk, my hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had finally descended upon the room, a silence that was louder than any shout I had ever heard in my forty...

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