The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the Blackwood estate, a relentless, grey hand seeking to breach the seal of the old house. Silas Vane stood in the center of the grand foyer, his boots caked in the mud of the moor, watching the water bead and slide down the glass with the slow, inevitable gravity of a life running out. He was a man who had spent his life in the...
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