The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The departure was not marked by a fanfare of trumpets or the tearing of sails, but by the quiet, deliberate closing of a heavy oak door in a study that smelled of dried lavender and old vellum. Julian Vane stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with a precision that bordered on the obsessive, his reflection staring back with an intensity that felt less like observation and...

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