The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the valley into a thick, sucking clay that held the footprints of every soul who dared cross it. Elias Thorne walked with his head low, his cloak heavy with water, the weight of the world pressing against his shoulders as if the sky itself had descended to crush him. He was a man who had left his village in the north, a place where the...
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