The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The pruning shears bit into the brittle twig with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Elara Vance watched the severed limb fall to the damp earth of the front yard, where it lay pale and lifeless against the dark, wet soil. Her hands were trembling, not from the cold that seeped through her wool cardigan, but from a deep, rhythmic shaking that seemed to originate in her marrow, a vibration...

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