The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain woven from the breath of the earth and the weeping of the sky, settling over the crumbling stone of the Whitmore estate like a shroud that had been left too long in the wash, softening and losing its shape. Thomas, who was only twelve but whose eyes held the heavy, static weight of a man who had seen too many winters, stood at...

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