The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The letter lay on the cold stone table, its edges curling slightly from the damp air of the courtyard, bearing the seal of the Diocesan Board of Fiscal Oversight. Elias Thorne, fifty-two and already feeling the weight of the years settle into his marrow like wet sand, read the denial of his complaint for the third time, his fingers trembling not from the chill but from the tightening in his...

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