The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the edges of the world and left only the damp, breathing mass of the city. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his coat soaked through to the skin, watching the water gather in the cobblestones. He was a scholar of minor repute, a man whose life had been a quiet accumulation of facts and footnotes,...
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