The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The map was a thing of paper and ink, brittle as a dried leaf, held together by a spine that had long since cracked. It lay on the oak table, its edges yellowed, its lines faded to a ghostly suggestion of the topography it once claimed to possess. Elias Thorne sat before it, his hands resting on the wood, fingers curled slightly as if gripping an invisible rope. He was a man of sixty winters,...

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