The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the heather and the stone walls of the moors, turning the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. I had walked for three days, my boots heavy with mud and the weight of a knowledge I had sworn to keep but could not contain. The university in Cambridge, with its ivy-choked courtyards and its smell of old...

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