The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the manor, a sound that had long since ceased to be noise and had become the very texture of the air. I sat by the dying fire, holding the heavy iron key in my palm. It was cold, colder than the stone floor, colder than my own blood. To anyone else, it was merely metal, a mechanism of...

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