The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wind in the moor did not blow. It hovered. It pressed against the chest like a hand made of cold static. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy with the red clay of the highlands, a substance that clung to everything it touched. On her back, strapped tight against her ribs by leather straps that cut into her shoulders, was the satchel. Inside the satchel was the cloak. The cloak was blue. It...

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