The Faded Road
The road was not a road. It was a scar. You walked it. Your boots were heavy. The mud sucked at your heels. It pulled, and you pulled back. This was the first lesson. You were a scholar of the old tongue. You knew the roots of words. You knew that *path* comes from a verb meaning to tread. You knew this because you had spent thirty years in a university office, smelling of dust and dry ink. You...
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