The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The blood was not red. It was the color of dried rust, old and heavy, pooling in the grooves of the cobblestones that led to the gatehouse of Blackwood Manor. Silas stood at the center of the fray, his hands raised not in defense but in the precise, angular geometry of binding. He was a man of few words, a keeper of the old rites, and in this age of superstition and shifting loyalties, he was a...

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