The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The oak in the square has begun to rot from the inside out, a slow, black weeping that stains the cobblestones with a scent of wet earth and decay, and I, Elias Thorne, a scribe of no particular station in the village of Ashworth, find myself compelled to set down the date of this confession: the fourteenth of November, in the year of our Lord 1423. My brother, Julian, is condemned for the...

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