The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

You will have to write it down before I forget the exact dosage, Elias. Master Alder’s voice was thin, stripped of the usual gravel that came from decades of inhaling sulfur dust. He sat at the edge of his bed, the linen sheets pooled around his ankles like spilled milk, his hands trembling so violently he could not hold the quill. The room smelled of camphor and stale sweat, a thick, cloying...

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