The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink in my pen seems to resist the paper this morning, thickening in the nib like coagulated blood, which is perhaps an apt metaphor for the state of the town’s infrastructure as we gather for the Feast of the River. It is October the fourteenth, and the air in Oakhaven smells of roasted chestnuts and damp wool, a pungent mix that clings to the skin, but my attention is fixed not on the...

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