The Faded Road
The cart wheels bit into the mud of the King’s Highway, a sound like teeth grinding against bone, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up through the iron-shod axles, into the splinters of the seat, and finally into the marrow of his own spine where it settled with the weight of a verdict already passed. He was a man who dealt in the visible, the tangible, the honest weight of wool and...
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