The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The gate has rusted shut. I have counted the hours of silence since Martha died, two hundred and sixty-five days and counting, and in that silence, the iron has eaten itself. It is a slow, red consumption, the metal turning to dust under the weight of its own neglect. I have meant to repair it for three years, but the task requires opening the latch, and I cannot bring myself to admit the cold...

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