The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain does not stop. It hammers against the iron roof of the watchtower, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounds like a heartbeat gone wrong. You sit in the corner, your back against the cold stone. Your hands are clasped tight, knuckles white, trying to hold your body together. The air smells of wet wool and old blood. You are the warden. This is your post. The road below, the one that...

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