The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream was always the same, a silver locket hanging in a void of absolute darkness, the metal surface not smooth but etched with the sharp, angular features of Margaret’s face, her eyes open and staring, her mouth set in a line of such profound, silent grief that it seemed to cut through the air itself. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the silver chain of the locket...

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