The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain fell in sheets that turned the mud to soup. Thomas Bradshaw walked. His boots sank. He pulled them free. The weight of the pack on his back was a second skeleton. It held him upright. It also crushed his ribs. He was a soldier. He wore the grey coat of the Northern Watch. He had served for ten years. His face was a map of wind and scar tissue. He walked toward the village of Oakhaven....

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