The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The iron key in Elias Thorne’s left hand was warm, not with the heat of the sun, which had long since dipped below the jagged spine of the ridge, but with a feverish, internal warmth that had persisted for three days. It was a heavy thing, a master key to the perimeter gates of Oakhaven, its teeth worn smooth by two centuries of winter winds and the calloused grips of wardens before him. Elias...

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