The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the cellar of the old Ashworth manor did not merely smell of damp earth and rotting wood, but of time itself, a thick, cloying fog that settled in the lungs and refused to be exhaled, a smell that Margot had known since before she had words, before she had learned that the silence of her father was a language more potent than any shout. It was a place of stone and shadow, a...

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