The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The gate was not wood. It was stone. Cold, wet, and breathing. Caleb stood before it. His hand trembled. Not from fear. From cold. The mist clung to his armor. It tasted of iron and old rain. He was a soldier. That was all he was. A shield. A sword. A tool of the Crown. But here, in the Hollow, the Crown did not reach. The King’s writ ended at the tree line. Beyond it, the laws were written in...

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