The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool. Leo stood in the center of the hall. It was not a hall, precisely. It was a room that had once been a church, now repurposed, the pews removed to make way for rows of heavy, iron-framed desks. The air was thick, stagnant, smelling of coal dust and old paper. He was twelve. He wore a uniform that itched, a grey wool sweater that felt like a...

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