The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a rhythmic grinding that matched the throb in Margaret’s temple. Outside, the city was gray and wet, the kind of damp that seeped into the bones and stayed there. She sat alone in the back, her gloves white as bone, her posture rigid. Ahead, the palace loomed, a stone beast asleep in the rain. She was going to see him. Or rather, she was...

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