The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The knife slipped. It was a small, silver thing, no longer than a finger, and it cut deep into the palm of Elias Thorne’s left hand. Blood welled up, dark and hot, soaking the linen cloth he had wrapped around the blade. He did not gasp. He did not cry out. He simply looked at the red bloom spreading across his skin, a vivid flower against the pale flesh, and felt a strange, cold clarity settle...

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