The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The salt air tasted of iron. Elias cut the rope. The wind howled through the rigging of the *Grief*, a sound like tearing skin. He stood at the bow, his boots slick with seawater and blood. The ship was listing. The horizon was a smear of gray. He was not afraid. Fear had left him years ago, back in the old country, when the men in black coats took his brother. Now there was only the task. The...

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