The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that smelled of wet stone and crushed thyme. It was the kind of damp that seeped into the marrow, turning the bones of the house into aching things. In the village of Oakhaven, which clung to the side of a cliff above the churning sea, the days had grown short and the shadows long. Elara Vance sat in the corner of the...

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