The Faded Guest
The road out of the valley was not a road at all but a scar of red clay that deepened with every passing wagon wheel, a physical manifestation of the erosion that had slowly hollowed out the bones of the earth since the days when the first settlers arrived with their plows and their prayers and their unshakeable belief that the land could be tamed by iron and sweat and the relentless grinding...
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