The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog did not rise so much as it accumulated, a dense, grey slurry that swallowed the cobblestones of the courtyard and the iron gates of the Abbey of Saint Jude. It was a substance, thick and cold, pressing against the skin like wet wool. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the nave, his knees locked, his hands trembling at his sides. The air inside was still, stagnant, smelling of old...

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