The Faded Road
The town of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely ceased to speak, holding its breath in the damp, metallic silence of the autumn woods. In the center of this suspended quiet stood the church, its steeple a black needle stitching the earth to a bruised and unblinking sky, and within its nave, young Thomas Ashworth sat with his eyes closed, his hands folded so tightly over his knees that the...
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