The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

"Sign here, and here, and don't touch the ink until it dries." I remember the clerk’s voice, flat and dry as the air that had hung over the swamplands for three days, a sirocco that turned the paddy fields into monsoon-green mirrors and made the ridgeline blur into a haze of heat and rot. I was fifty-two, an archivist by trade, though my hands smelled of grease and old paper, and I stood in the...

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