The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bees were screaming. That is the only way to describe the sound, though it was not a scream of pain, but of a frequency so high and sharp it felt like a needle driven into the base of the skull. I sat in the back of the carriage, my hands wrapped tightly around the leather strap of my satchel, watching the dust devils dance in the fading afternoon light. The driver, a broad man named Silas...

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