The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Act I The docks at Jeju were a place of wet wood and brine, where the morning air tasted of iron and the sea’s cold rot before it even touched the skin. The ferry everyone owed was sitting low in the water, its hull groaning under the weight of the monsoon’s last push, while the crowd left the stadium in a slow, muddy stream, their boots slapping against the stone. I stood near the edge of the...

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