The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The mortar will not set, Elias. It is as if the wall is breathing it back out. Samuel stood in the doorway of the east wing, his boots caked in red clay, looking at the mason with a mixture of pity and confusion that Elias found intolerable. It was October, 1912, and the air in the house was thick with the smell of wet limestone and old dust, a cold that seeped into the joints regardless of the...

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