The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire that took the east wing of the barracks, the one that left the smell of charred oak and wet wool hanging in the air like a heavy, suffocating shroud, did not happen all at once but rather crept into the world with the slow, deliberate patience of a predator stalking its prey through the tall grass of the night. You remember the way the smoke curled up through the floorboards, a grey,...

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