The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog did not roll in; it seeped, a cold, grey breath that exhaled from the stone walls of the Whitmore Estate until the world outside the window ceased to exist. I sat in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking under the weight of my stillness, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of gaslight that pierced the gloom. It was 1893, a year when the air smelled of coal smoke and...

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