The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

"You are late, Master." The voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the hall. It came from the shadows near the door. A boy. Twelve, perhaps thirteen. He wore a coat too big for him. The fabric hung like a shroud. His hands were hidden in the pockets. They were stained with grease. They were stained with dirt. They were stained with the red dust of the roads. Elias did not look up. He...

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