The Faded Road
The storm did not arrive with the dignified roll of thunder that the poets of old had promised, but rather with a sudden, violent tearing of the sky that stripped the leaves from the great oak in the courtyard of Blackwood Manor before the rain could even begin to fall. Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years who had spent the last decade hunched over parchment in the shadow of Lord Aldric’s...
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