The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The velvet coat was too large for him, the hem dragging against the stone floor like a wound that would not close. Thomas stood in the center of the great hall, the fabric pooling around his ankles, and felt the weight of it not as clothing but as a sentence. It was a deep, bruised purple, the color of old blood, and it smelled of lavender and decay. He was twelve years old, small-boned and...

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