The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain in the forest of St. Jude did not wash; it stained. It turned the moss into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray sky, and it turned the path into a river of mud that sucked at your boots with a wet, reluctant grip. You were Elias, a scribe of thirty years, and you were running. Your lungs burned with the cold air, a sharp, physical pain that anchored you to the present moment,...

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