The Faded Road
The road ended at the gate. It did not stop. It faded. The dirt turned to mist, and the mist turned to a silence so profound it felt like a weight on the chest. Elara stood at the boundary. Her hands were cold. The cold was not from the air. The air was still. The cold came from within. She was not what the village called a woman. Not entirely. The elders had known. They always knew. They saw...
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