The Faded Guest
The road to Harrowgate was a ribbon of mud that swallowed the wheels of the cart. Elias pulled the reins tight. The horses, thin and trembling in the gray mist, dug their hooves into the earth. He was a prisoner of his own body. A cage of bone and sinew that carried him toward the village. The weight in his chest was not just hunger. It was the accumulated debt of a life spent in silence. He...
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