The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The soup was cold. It sat in the ceramic bowl, a grey, gelatinous mass that had set in the shape of the pot. Arthur watched it. The surface was flat. Unmoving. He did not eat. He waited. The village of Oakhaven lay below the hill, a tangle of stone and slate, quiet under the late afternoon sun. The air smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke. Arthur was a scholar. He studied history. He studied the...

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