The Faded Road
The door slammed. It shook the dust from the rafters. Elias stood in the hall. His sword was gone. Not cut. Not broken. Gone. He looked at his hands. They trembled. Not from fear. From loss. He had worn that blade for ten years. It had cut his enemies. It had cut his doubts. It had cut the silence between him and his brother. Now the silence was total. He walked to the window. The rain hit the...
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