The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell tower rang at dawn. It was a low, mournful sound that vibrated in the teeth. I was already awake. I had been awake for three days. The parchment on the desk was cold. My fingers were stained with ink. The ink was black. It was not just ink. It was a substance. It had weight. It had viscosity. It clung to the skin. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. The quill was broken. A tiny...

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