The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Elias. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by the dream’s voiceless mouth. He woke to the sound of the rooster, a thin, reedy shriek that cut through the gray pre-dawn. Elias sat up. The sheets were heavy, soaked with sweat that had cooled against his skin. He was forty-two. His knees clicked when he moved. The dream was the same as it had been for three weeks. A gray road, wide...

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