The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream smells of wet wool and iron, a scent that has clung to your skin since the day you crossed the border into this pale, rain-soaked country. You are standing in the kitchen of the Hall, the great stone hearth cold and empty, the air thick with the dust of centuries. You are the outsider, the one who speaks with a tongue that twists around the local consonants, the exile who sought...

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