The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The basement of the Harrowgate Town Hall smelled of wet wool and decaying paper. Margaret Holloway, forty-two and the municipal archivist, adjusted the strap of her bag and began to pack. Her lungs burned with a dry, persistent ache, a sensation like swallowing broken glass. She had three days left. Three days to secure the final pension audit, to catalog the last batch of water damage reports,...

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