The Faded Road
The door closed with a soft, final click. Elias stood in the hallway, his coat still buttoned, his hand hovering near the knob. He had not meant to leave. Or perhaps he had meant to leave for a long time, and only now did the body obey the mind. The air in the house was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and dried lavender. It was the smell of a life preserved under glass. He looked back...
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