The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

"Stop it," said the man at the gate. "You’re breaking the mortar." Tadhg Hegarty did not stop. His hands were black with the dust of the wall, and the dust was warm. It moved under his fingers like wet sand, slipping through the cracks he had just filled. He was forty-two years old, and he had been an animal handler on the docks in Galway for twenty years, but here, in the shadow of the Abbey,...

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