The Faded Dust
The road did not end so much as it dissolved, the packed earth of the ancient king’s highway surrendering to the grey, indifferent moss of the highlands where the boundary between the mortal world and the realm of spirits had grown thin as parchment. Caelen walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of a boy who had learned that stillness was a death sentence, his boots sinking into the mud that...
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