The Faded Dust
The road into the valley of St. Jude was not merely a path of packed earth and crushed limestone but a long, gray scar that seemed to stretch back into a time before memory, winding its way through the dense, ancient pines that stood like silent sentinels over the sleeping earth. Elias, who was twelve years old but carried the weight of a man who had forgotten how to breathe without counting...
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