The Faded Road
The road was a gray ribbon stretched across the high moors, fraying at its edges where the heather grew thick and wild against the dirt. It had once been a thoroughfare, a place of passage for merchants and soldiers, but now it was merely a boundary, a line that divided the inhabited world from the vast, indifferent emptiness of the hills. Thomas Bradshaw walked it with the heavy, rhythmic...
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