The Faded Ruin
The road to the city of Oakhaven was a ribbon of gray mud, slick with rain. Elara walked it with her father’s bones strapped to her back. He had been a man of great height, and even in death, his frame took up too much space. The weight of him pressed into her shoulders, a constant, dull ache that had become part of her own skeleton. She did not look up. Looking up was dangerous. It invited the...
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