The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The frost sits thick on the glass. It looks like lace. It looks like bone. You watch it spread. You watch it kill the light. The room is cold. The air is still. You are sitting in the chair. The chair is wood. The wood is hard. The wood is old. You are Margaret. You are not Margaret. You are the seat. You are the breath. You are the silence that holds the walls together. The hall is vast. The...

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