The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the Grand Hall tasted of yeast and old money. It was a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the velvet drapes and settled in the lungs of every guest. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the fog roll in from the harbor. He was a man carved from wood, his hands rough and stained with the permanent ink of his trade. Beside him stood Julian, his apprentice...

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