The Faded Road
The mist hung low over the valley, a white shroud that swallowed the foot of the mountain and the village below, leaving only the jagged peaks of the granite cliffs exposed to the indifferent gray sky. I woke in a state of suspended breath, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, the dream still clinging to the edges of my consciousness with the tenacity of ivy. In the dream,...
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