The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The vial sat in your palm, cold and heavy, a cylinder of glass that felt less like medicine and more like a verdict. You held it up to the slant of afternoon light filtering through the high, grimy windows of the warehouse, watching the dust motes swirl around the empty liquid as if they were trying to fill the void left by the serum. It was a Tuesday, the kind of gray, flat day that settles...

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