The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The cellar door was locked from the outside, a heavy iron mechanism that groaned in the damp air, yet inside, the air did not move, it hung thick and sweet, smelling of rotting apples and old wax, and in the center of this stagnant silence stood the great oak table, its surface scarred by decades of use, upon which rested the single object that defined the existence of Elias Thorne, a...

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