The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The banquet hall of the Athenaeum smelled of roasting venison and beeswax, a thick, cloying atmosphere that seemed to suspend the dust motes in the amber light of the oil lamps, and in the center of this heavy, fragrant air sat Elias Thorne, a man whose intellect was a polished stone, smooth and cold, resting upon the rough, jagged table of a society that had forgotten how to read but...

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