The Faded Road
The cartwheel shattered against the cobblestones with a sound like a scream frozen in mid-throat, the ceramic shards scattering into the dark, wet gutters of the city like broken teeth. Elara knelt in the mud, her hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sudden, violent absence of the object’s integrity, as if the breaking had torn a hole in the fabric of the night itself. She had...
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