The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire roared. It was a hungry thing. It ate the oak table. It ate the chairs. It ate the silence. We stood in the circle. Just us. Three of us. The heat hit my face. It was good. It was warm. I had not felt warmth in a long time. Not like this. Not real. My brother, Thomas, held the sword. His hands shook. The steel was dark. It was not bright. It was dull. It looked dead. He looked at me....

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