The Faded Road
The frost had settled on the highlands like a burial shroud, turning the heather to black glass and the stone walls to jagged teeth. I was Elias Thorne, a border warden for twenty years, and I had one task left before the winter froze the passes: to clear my name. The magistrate, a man named Halloway, had branded me a thief based on a single, impossible ledger error, a discrepancy that had cost...
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