The Faded Photograph

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The wind bit at the hem of her cloak. It was a cold that went to the bone, the kind that only lived in the high passes where the air grew thin and sharp. Elara pulled her hood lower. She did not look back. She could not look back. Behind her, the village of Oakhaven lay hidden by the grey shroud of twilight. Before her, the road stretched out into the wilderness, a dark vein cutting through the...

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