The Faded Root
The road into the valley of Ashworth was not so much a path as a scar in the earth, a long, pale line of crushed stone and packed mud that wound its way up through the dense, whispering pines, and Thomas Bradshaw walked it with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who had spent his entire life carrying the weight of the law in the hollow of his chest, where his heart used to be, and he felt...
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