The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

You wake before the sun. The room is cold. The stone floor bites through the wool of your nightgown. You sit up. Your hands are still. They are always still. Not from age. From holding back. The power waits in your palms. It hums. A low, wet thrum. Like a cat in the walls. You look at the mirror. The face looking back is yours. But not quite. The eyes are too dark. The skin is too pale. You are...

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