The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was already bleeding into the skin of my wrist, a dark, viscous tide that pulsed in time with the fading of my heart, while outside the window the rain hammered against the glass with the relentless, indifferent fury of a thing that had no memory of the sun. I sat in the high-backed chair in the center of the archive, the room a cavern of silence and dust, where the air hung heavy with...

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