The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the Hall of St. Jude’s was thick with the scent of roasting lamb, stale ale, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the altar. It was a feast for the harvest, a celebration of the village’s survival through another harsh winter, and yet, for Captain Elias Thorne, it felt like a funeral. He sat at the head of the long oak table, his plate untouched, his fingers resting on...

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