The Faded Road
The frost had settled into the thatch of the Blackwood estate, a grey powder that turned to ice under the weight of the winter sun. Eleanor stood by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation that had begun to bloom on the glass. Outside, the road that wound down to the village lay bare and skeletal, stripped of its autumn colors, looking less like a path and more like a scar upon the...
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