The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was still wet on the petition when I heard the floorboards creak, a sound that moved from the corner of the room toward the door with the slow, deliberate weight of a man who has forgotten how to walk. I did not look up. I was forty-five years old, a border warden for twenty years, and my hands were stained with the blue-black residue of the official seal, a color that had begun to...

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