The Faded Dust
The road to the Hollows was not a road at all, but a wound in the earth that refused to heal. Elias Thorne walked it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who had long since stopped fighting the weight of his own bones. He was a weaver by trade, a maker of tapestries that caught the light of a sun he no longer trusted, and he carried his loom on his back like a coffin for his own past. The...
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