The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain had stopped, but the air in the clinic still held the damp, metallic weight of a storm that refused to let go. You stood by the window, your back to the room, watching the grey puddles form in the parking lot below. Your left hand rested on the glass. The skin there was thin, translucent, mapping the blue veins beneath like the tributaries of a dried-up river. You were a surgeon. Or...

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