The Faded Road
The carriage wheels bit into the soft earth of the old road, shaking the glass jars in the satchel with a rhythmic, dull clatter. Dr. Elias Thorne sat upright, his spine rigid against the velvet seat. He was a man of precise calibration, a scholar of the body’s hidden mechanics, and he did not enjoy the uncertainty of the journey. The dust kicked up by the horse’s hooves settled on his lapel, a...
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