The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink in the well was black, thick, and cold, and it rose to your chin before you could find the surface, a drowning that had no end and no bottom, and you woke with your mouth full of the taste of iron and damp paper. It was four in the morning, and the coal in the grate was a single, grey lump that had not caught fire, and you sat on the edge of the narrow bed, counting the hours you had...

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