The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream began with the smell of wet earth and iron, a scent so potent it tasted like copper on the back of the tongue. Margaret stood in a field that should not have existed, a vast expanse of grey-green moss that stretched out to a horizon indistinguishable from the sky. It was not a nightmare, exactly, nor a vision of paradise, but a place of suspended time, where the air hung heavy with...

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