The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain had not stopped for nine days, and the stone walls of the Watchtower of St. Jude wept with a cold that seeped into the marrow, turning the air inside into a thick, grey soup that tasted of wet wool and old rust, while I stood by the narrow arrow-slit and watched the fog swallow the valley below, where the shadows of the oaks moved like the limbs of drowning men, and I thought of the...

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