The Faded Road
The mist rose from the valley floor like a breath held too long. Elias walked. His boots struck the wet stone path. The path was old. It wound through the pines. The pines were black against the gray sky. He carried a lantern. The glass was cracked. Light leaked out. It did not guide him. It only marked him. The manor stood at the edge of the woods. It was a ruin of stone and shadow. Ivy choked...
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