The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog rolled in from the marshlands at dawn, thick and wet, smelling of rot and cold iron, and it swallowed the village of Oakhaven whole before the sun could scrape its pale face over the tree line. I stood on the porch of the station house, my boots heavy with the mud that had seeped up through the floorboards overnight, watching the white curtain erase the world. I was the Sheriff, a title...

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