The Faded Road
The road behind the manor house did not end; it simply ceased to be recognized by the living. It was a pale, silted vein of earth that wound through the weeping willows and the dense, blackening brambles of the old estate, leading toward the horizon where the sky hung low and heavy as a funeral shroud. For Thomas, who was twelve years old and possessed of a spirit that burned with a quiet,...
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