The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The table groaned under the weight of silver and bone china. The air was thick, sweet with rot. I sat at the head. My wife, Elara, sat beside me. She was beautiful. She was dying. The food was cold. It had been cold for hours. We did not eat. We watched the candle wax pool and harden. The house was old. It had seen better centuries. It had seen better men. I am a soldier. I wear the uniform of...

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