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The road was fading and Davis was convinced this was because he was getting closer to the Centre. For so long he had been walking on a road that was unchanged, as good as it had been before, but now it was deteriorating. When he looked ahead it was no longer a ribbon cutting its way through the desolate landscape. It was hardly distinguishable from the hardened earth on either side and difficult to follow.
The possibility that he would have to abandon the road was a daunting prospect. But Davis was determined not to turn himself around, to double back.
And so he forced himself onwards and thus far he had always managed to re-find the road but now it was fading and following it had become a task.