The Faded Road
The carriage wheels bit into the soft, unyielding earth of the path, a sound that was less like rolling and more like a slow, wet chewing, as if the road itself were digesting the vehicle. Elias Thorne sat rigid in the back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers curled into fists that trembled only slightly, a vibration that traveled up his arms and settled in his chest like a trapped bird....
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