The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

My hand was trembling as I traced the ink of the erroneous figure, the quill scratching against the heavy ledger paper with a sound like a mouse gnawing through dry wood. The office was dim, the afternoon light cutting a sharp, dusty wedge across the linoleum floor, illuminating the grime in the corners where the walls met the baseboards. I was thirty years old, a junior clerk at Hargrove &...

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