The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

"Look at you," said the Bishop. His voice was dry as old parchment. "Dust on your boots. Dirt under your nails. You smell of the bog. And yet you stand in my cathedral. You stand before the altar." Elara did not answer. She held the clay vessel in her hands. It was cold. Heavy. It vibrated with a low hum. A hum that matched the beat of her heart. Or maybe her heart matched the hum. It was hard...

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