The Faded Road
The road did not end; it simply dissolved into a mist so thick it tasted of iron and old rain, a boundary that was not a line but a breathing thing, a living membrane between the world I knew and the void that waited beyond it. I stood at the precipice of this dissolution, my boots sinking into the loam which felt less like earth and more like the soft, yielding flesh of a sleeping giant, while...
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