The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink on the parchment smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that had seeped into the pores of my skin over the last three weeks until I could no longer distinguish my own sweat from the decay of the city’s history. I sat alone in the Archives, the subterranean vault beneath the Ministry of Truth, where the air was thick with the dust of forgotten centuries and the silence was so profound it...

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