The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain lashed against the peeling paint of St. Jude’s, a rhythmic drumming that you had learned to read like a pulse, a heartbeat, a warning. You stood in the hallway of the east wing, the damp cold seeping through your wool coat, listening to the whispers that only you could hear, a cold static in the air that spoke of rot and release. The Board of Trustees had arrived an hour ago, their...

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