The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The lark was dead, pinned beneath a stone in the corner of my workshop, its feathers ruffled and dull as old ash. I had found it there three days prior, still warm to the touch, though the heat had long since bled out into the damp earth. It was a small thing, a fragile creature that had sung the dawn into existence for years before its wings finally failed. I kept it. I could not bring myself...

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