The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wind did not howl. It whispered. It moved through the high grass of the moor like a rumor, a low, persistent hum that settled in the bones. Elias stood at the edge of the clearing, his hands still stained with the red residue of the feast he had just broken. The table was a ruin. Porcelain shattered under the weight of heavy boots. The wine had long since turned to vinegar, pooling in the...

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