The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The foreclosure notice sat on my desk, a square of gray paper that seemed to absorb the light from the window. I was forty-two years old, an archivist for the Guild of Records, and I had three days to pay the debt or lose my post. The silver locket in my pocket felt heavy, a cold weight against my hip, holding the last remaining memory of Elara. I had intended to sell it to the pawnbroker on...

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