The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Act I What is a man worth when he has nothing left to lose? I asked it to the rain, which fell hard and cold on the slate roof, midsummer weather that felt like March. I sat in the staff room of the closing school, the one I had taught in for twelve years, watching the water drip from the eaves. The budget had been cut, the headmaster gone, and I was left with a box of papers and a coat that...

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