The Faded Road
The wind tore at the canvas. It was a living thing, hungry and cold. Elias stood on the ridge. He held the ledger tight. The paper cracked in his grip. The road was gone. Not erased. Just... absent. One moment, the dirt track wound down into the valley. The next, only gray stone and heather. The fog had swallowed the path. Elias looked down. His boots were wet. The mud was black. It clung to...
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