The Faded Road
The rain had been falling on the city of Alderbrook for six days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors and the air into a damp wool blanket pressed against the skin. In the high, windowless archives of the Ministry of Civic Order, the smell of old paper and wet concrete mingled with the scent of Earl Grey tea going cold in a chipped ceramic cup. Elias Thorne...
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