The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast was a thing of bone and silence. It sat in the center of the room like a wound that had refused to close. The meat was dark, cured in salt and time, stripped of its fat until it looked like leather. Around it, the table groaned under the weight of bread that had gone hard as stone, and bowls of broth that had cooled into a gray skin. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head, not because he...

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