The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The winter wind had a way of finding the gaps in Niamh Kavanagh’s coat, twenty-three of Corvid Lane, a house that smelled perpetually of damp wool and old paper. She was fifty-two, a retired constable, and her memory was failing her in ways that were less like fog and more like a slow, deliberate erasure. The pension office was the next stop, the clock ticking down to the freeze that would lock...

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