The Faded Road
The autumn of 1893 settled over the city of Harrowgate like a damp wool blanket, heavy and suffocating, pressing the breath out of the narrow streets where the gas lamps sputtered against the rising fog. You, Elias Thorne, a thirty-two-year-old clerk whose life had been measured in the precise, rhythmic ticking of the office clock and the weight of the ledger in your hands, woke in the blue...
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