The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink in my dreams was always black, viscous, and warm, seeping into the pores of my wrists until I felt the weight of words I had not yet written pressing against the inside of my skin. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, the sheets damp with sweat, and the relentless, ticking pressure of the debt that held me in the Imperial Chancery like a rat in a trap. I am Elias, forty-two years...

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