The Faded Road
The brass key turned with a gritty resistance, scraping against the rusted mechanism of the lock, and Elias Thorne stepped into the gloom of the library, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that seemed to sever the last thread of the autumn wind outside. He was thirty-two, an archivist by trade and a debtor by circumstance, and the air in the room was heavy with the scent of...
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