The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The stone is cold against your cheek, a dampness that seeps into the skin not like water but like time itself, thick and viscous, pressing down on the lungs with a weight that has no name. You are kneeling in the nave of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place that exists in the marrow of the earth rather than on the map of the world, where the light does not come from the sun but from a perpetual,...

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