The Faded Road
The fog did not roll in; it descended like a judgment, thick and gray, swallowing the cobblestones of the lower city before the sun had even thought to rise. Elias Vane stood on the edge of the riverbank, his hands trembling not from the cold that bit through his wool coat, but from the sudden, terrifying clarity that had struck him like a physical blow. He had spent twenty years in this...
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