The Faded Road
The glass vial shattered. Not with a bang. A whisper. A sigh of dust. It was on the floor of the cellar, under the weight of a single, trembling hand. Elias stared. The shards were black. They caught the candlelight and held it, refusing to let it go. He had carried this thing for three years. Across the sea. Through the mud of the port. Into the heart of the village. It was his anchor. His...
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