The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The cough started before I woke. It was a dry, scraping thing. Like sand in a tin can. I sat up. The room was gray. Dawn was just a pale smear on the wall. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They were brown and rough. The nails were torn. I flexed my fingers. They wouldn’t close right. I put on my coat. It was too big. The fabric smelled of mothballs and old smoke. I walked to the window....

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