The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The moonflower in the Duke’s garden had no business surviving the autumn cold. Sir Thomas Hale stood in the courtyard, the iron gates of the keep looming above him like the jaws of a hungry beast, and watched the petals unfurl in the grey light. They were white, impossibly so, against the darkening earth, and they smelled of rot masked by something sweet and cloying. His son, Arthur, lay in the...

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