The Faded Road
The house stood at the end of a lane that seemed to have been forgotten by the cartographers of the age, a sprawling edifice of stone and shadow that breathed with a slow, rhythmic sigh, as if the very mortar between the bricks were pulsing with a life that was neither quite human nor quite stone, but something ancient and weary in between, and within its walls, Elias Thorne moved through the...
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