The Faded Road
The door was heavy oak. It groaned as it swung inward. "Close it," the Lord said. His voice was dry. Like sand on stone. Elias closed it. He stood in the hall. The air smelled of wax and old blood. "You are late," the Lord said. "I was walking," Elias said. "The road was long." "Walk faster next time." Elias nodded. He did not speak again. He waited. They had come from the north. From the...
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