The Faded Road
The dust in the archive room did not settle, it hovered, a suspended galaxy of gray flakes that coated the lungs and the conscience in equal measure, forcing a man to breathe with the slow, deliberate caution of a diver descending into deep water where the light has already failed and the pressure is the only thing holding the bones together. I had come to the city of Oakhaven not for the...
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