The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The jar sat on the desk. It was a thick glass cylinder, filled with a viscous, amber liquid. In it suspended a single, perfect peach. The skin was unblemished. The pit was visible through the translucent flesh, a dark seed of potential. I looked at it for an hour. The light in the office was grey and thin. Outside, the city of London rumbled its low, mechanical hum. Inside, there was only the...

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