The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The mist rolled in off the moor, thick and grey as old wool, swallowing the stone walls of the cottage until the world outside ceased to exist and was replaced by the humid, breathing darkness of the hearth. I sat by the fire, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, my fingers numb, my mind a tangled knot of whispers that refused to untie themselves. I was alone, yet...

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