The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain stopped just as I left the house. It was a sudden, sharp cessation. The sky remained bruised and heavy. The air tasted of wet ash. I carried the box. It was heavy. Not with weight. But with silence. My name is Elara. I am not a hero. I am a vessel. The house is mine. It was always mine. But it feels hollow now. The walls breathe. They remember the heat. They remember the cold. I walked...

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