The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the city of Ashford. Thomas stood on the balcony of his fourth-floor apartment, the glass door cold against his spine. Below, the streetlights bled into the wet asphalt, turning the traffic into a river of slow, red light. He was forty-two. He was an accountant. He was alone. These facts sat in his mind like stones in a pocket. Heavy....

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