The Faded Road
The dream began not with a sound but with a weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of a street which should not have existed in the waking world, a place where the air tasted of wet iron and old paper and the distant, metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the earth. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of this...
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