The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train moves with a slow, deliberate grace, cutting through the mist that clings to the hedgerows of the Cotswolds like a burial shroud. You sit by the window, watching the landscape blur into a watercolor of grey and green. In your lap lies a small, velvet box, worn smooth by years of handling. Inside rests a single, perfect black feather, iridescent with a faint, oily purple sheen. It is...

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