The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire in the hearth was not a fire at all, but a mouth, a great, wet, red thing that breathed in slow, rhythmic gasps of heat, swallowing the shadows of the room whole until there was no darkness left to hide in, only a blinding, pulsating gold that made the air taste of copper and old blood, and I stood there, in the center of the grand hall of the house that had been my father’s and is now...

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