The Faded Road
The stone broke not with a sound but with a silence so profound it seemed to suck the air from the vaulted ceiling of the Keep, a silence that settled upon Sir Thomas Ashworth like a shroud of grey wool, heavy and cold against his aged skin, as the ancient amulet, the heart of the House of Pemberton, split down the center and fell into the dust, its two halves lying separate like the eyes of a...
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