The Faded Road
The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel in Ashford was a cathedral of glass and steel, a monolithic structure that pierced the perpetual grey mist of the industrial city, and you stood at the apex of this artificial mountain, your fingers resting upon the polished mahogany of the bar, feeling the vibration of the orchestral suite that thrummed through the floorboards like a second, metallic...
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