The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink in the ledger was wet, but the skin was dry. Elias Thorne stared at the page, his hands trembling so violently that the quill scratched a jagged line through the name of his grandfather. The house in Harrowgate was cold, the fire in the hearth long dead, but Elias did not feel the chill. He felt only the pull of the text, the terrible, sucking weight of the names disappearing into the...

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