The Faded Road
The dream came again, sharp as a blade between the ribs. I saw the pass, not as it was in the grey light of morning, but as a vein of blue fire cutting through the black rock. The lines were precise, mathematical, a route that did not exist on the survey maps pinned to my wall. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the hammering of my heart against my sternum, a trapped bird beating its...
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