The Faded Road
The rain in Manchester has a way of seeping into the marrow, a cold that does not stop at the skin but travels inward, settling in the joints like sediment in a riverbed. You are standing in the narrow corridor of the St. Jude’s care facility, your left knee throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache that feels less like pain and more like a second heartbeat, a metronome counting out the seconds of a...
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