The Faded Road
The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elias walked. His boots sank into the mud. The mud was black. It pulled at his heels. He did not pull away. He carried the stone. The stone was heavy. It was warm. It hummed against his chest. A low thrum. Like a bee trapped in a jar. He walked north. The path was faint. A faded road. It disappeared into the mist. The mist swallowed the trees....
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