The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream was not of a road, but of a wall. It stood before me, white and seamless, stretching into a fog that smelled of wet chalk and old iron. I pressed my palms against the surface. It was warm. It pulsed. I woke with my hands outstretched, fingers curled as if holding a handle that had vanished. I am Elias Thorne. I have served the Wardens for thirty years. In our town, the Warden is not a...

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