The Faded Road
The iron buckle on Elias Thorne’s belt caught the gray light of the town square, a stark, unyielding glint against the damp wool of his tunic. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the leather strap digging into his hips, a familiar ache that he mistook for purpose. Oakhaven was not a place for men who wanted to leave; it was a place that held them, the fog rolling off the river and...
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