The Faded Road
Hale, get in here. The voice came from the desk at the far end of the cabin, muffled by the heavy oak door and the thick layer of dust that had settled on the floorboards over the last few weeks. I didn’t move immediately. I was standing by the window, watching the rain streak the glass, and my right hand was resting on the windowsill, fingers splayed, feeling nothing at all. It was a cold,...
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