The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bridge was made of salt. I woke with the taste of it on my tongue, gritty and white, the digital hum of the monitor the only sound in the dark apartment. It was 3:00 AM. The spreadsheet on my screen blinked, a single, cold blue eye. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a mid-level auditor for the Municipal Infrastructure Department, and I have spent the last six months trying to balance...

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