The Faded Chronicle

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The road out of Blackwood was not a path but a wound, torn through the heath by centuries of cartwheels and the heavy tread of sheep. Thomas walked it with the steady, plodding rhythm of a man who had forgotten how to stop, his boots caked in the red clay that stained everything it touched. He was twelve years old, though he carried the weight of a man who had seen the end of things. The air...

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