The Faded Road
The ice that formed over the Blackwater Bridge did not appear so much as grow, a sudden, violent calcification of the air itself that turned the morning fog into a jagged, translucent cage around the village of Oakhaven. It was a disaster that defied the slow, predictable rhythms of the harvest season, a shattering of the world’s familiar texture that left Margaret standing on the cobblestones...
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