The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink in the well was black. Not the black of night, or coal, or the void between stars. It was a thick, viscous darkness. It smelled of iron and old paper. It sat in the stone basin at the center of the basement, waiting. Elias stood before it. He was twelve. His hands were dirty. They were always dirty. The soot of the boiler room, the dust of the archives, the grime of the corridors that...

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