The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell in the steeple cracked. It did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the afternoon that silenced the village of Oakhaven instantly. You were seven years old, standing in the mud of the lane, holding a coat that was too big for your shoulders. The coat belonged to the Archivist. It was a heavy thing, dyed the color of dried blood, lined with silver thread that shimmered...

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