The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The sky above the Abbey of St. Jude did not fall; it dissolved. One moment, the slate tiles were dry under the midday sun, and the next, the air tasted of copper and old rain. I stood in the cloister, my hands wrapped around a clay cup of water, watching the horizon unravel into a mist that was not white but a bruised, sickly yellow. It was not a storm. Storms have logic, have the grace of wind...

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