The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I was scrubbing the ink from the ledger with a pumice stone and a bucket of cold, grey water when the paper tore, not under the grit of the stone, but from the inside out, as if something soft and hungry had been eating the fibers from the other side. The entry for the mill’s coal consumption, which I had just sworn to be accurate for my pension file, was gone, leaving a jagged hole that...

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