The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wet leather of the ledger bit into Elias’s palm, the rain slicking the spines of the books stacked against the wall of the courtyard. He was twelve, small for his age, and his fingers were numb from the cold, but he could feel the ink moving. It was a slow, viscous shift, like honey pouring in reverse. Five years since Clara had vanished. Five years of silence from the Matron, who treated...

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