The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the cellar smelled of wet limestone and the sour, metallic tang of fermentation. Chantal Etienne woke from the dream of the rotting bread to find the shutter banging against the frame, a rhythmic, wooden violence that marked the hours of the night. She was forty-two, a municipal sanitation inspector with a land grant she could not afford and a surveyor who had been bribed to look the...

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