The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The iron clasps of the breastplate were cold against your skin, a weight that had become indistinguishable from your own heartbeat over the past decade. You stood in the center of the great hall of Ashworth Manor, the stone floor slick with the condensation of a storm that had raged all night. The air smelled of wet wool, old dust, and the metallic tang of blood that had been scrubbed from the...

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