The Faded Apartment
The road to the highlands was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged scar of red clay and black stone that bit into the wheels of your cart and screamed with every inch of progress you made against the gravity of the mountain, and you felt the vibration of that scream in your teeth, in the marrow of your bones, a low frequency hum that seemed to originate not from the wood of the axle...
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