The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

October 14th. The pension packet arrived this morning, sealed in manila, smelling of dust and bureaucratic indifference. I am forty-two. I have served fourteen years on this stretch of the border, a place where the sun does not just shine but punishes. I want to leave. I want to retire to a quiet house in Vermont, perhaps, or simply anywhere that is not this high, red silence. My only obstacle...

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