The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The hand shook. It was not a violent tremor. It was a fine, high-frequency vibration, like a plucked wire in a cold wind. Thomas held it up before his eyes. The knuckles were swollen. The skin was thin, translucent, mapping the blue rivers of veins beneath. He flexed the fingers. They obeyed, but slowly. With reluctance. He was a Guard. One of the last. The village of Oakhaven sat in the...

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