The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The trowel slipped in Elias Thorne’s grip, the edge catching the wet, black sludge that had pooled on the eastern ledge of the Abbey’s outer wall. It was not mortar. It was a viscous, tar-like substance that smelled sharply of wet wool and the lavender sachets Martha had kept in her bedside drawer, a scent so potent it seemed to curdle the air in the damp stone corridor. Elias wiped his hand on...

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