The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire started in the wool mill. It was a Tuesday. The sky was the color of wet slate. Smoke rose in a black pillar, thick and heavy. It choked the air. It choked the lungs. It choked the town of Oakhaven. Elias Thorne stood on the bridge. He watched the flames. They danced on the river. They licked the timber frames. The mill was gone. The history was gone. The debt was gone. He was a man of...

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