The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ledger showed forty-two hours of overtime logged for the month of October, a sum that would barely cover the morphine and the heating oil required to keep Thomas Vane alive through the winter. I was thirty-two years old, a constable in Millhaven, and my life was measured in these increments of exhaustion, each shift a slow erosion of the self for the sake of a pension that might never...

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