The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain in Millhaven did not wash the town clean. It only made the grime slick. Thomas stood by the window of the guardhouse. The glass was fogged. He breathed on it. A small circle cleared. Through it, the street was a smear of grey. The streetlights buzzed. They were old fixtures. The light was yellow. It hummed a low, sick note. Thomas watched the door. No one came. He checked his watch. It...

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