The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall; it hung. It was a gray curtain, wet and heavy, drawn tight against the windows of the old station house. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco. Silas sat on the bench. He did not look like a man. He looked like a thing that had been left in a cellar for too long. His skin was the color of ash, pulled tight over bones that seemed to protrude with an...

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