The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink is still wet on the page, a dark smear that mirrors the bruised sky outside the window of my quarters, and I am writing this to you, Clara, not because I believe you will read it, but because the act of addressing you is the only tether I have left to the world of the living. It is October, 1893, and the leaves in the courtyard are turning the color of rust, a hue that seems to seep...

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