The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the hall was thick with the scent of stale rosewater and the metallic tang of fear. You stood at the edge of the banquet table, your fingers tracing the grain of the polished oak. The townspeople of Hallow’s End sat in clusters, their laughter brittle, a sound like ice cracking under a heavy boot. They were drinking to the new Council’s efficiency, to the clean lines of the new...

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