The Faded Dust
The road into the highlands was not merely a path of packed earth and stone, but a threshold that seemed to swallow the light of the sun whole, leaving only a bruised and violet twilight in its wake. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who had long since ceased to expect mercy from the world, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to him like a second, dirtier skin....
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