The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Warden Thomas Bradshaw, you are late for the count, and the fog is already eating the corridor lights. You stand in the center of the cell block, the linoleum cold and gritty under your boots, feeling the thud of your own heart like a trapped bird battering against your ribs. The air here in the coastal facility is thick, damp, and tastes of iron, a flavor that has settled into your sinuses and...

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