The Faded Road
The road had always been there—past the church, past the old stone wall where the ivy had grown thick as a shroud, down into the hollow where the fog gathered even in summer. It was not a road that appeared on maps anymore. The new highway, the A417, had bypassed it decades ago, rerouting traffic around the village like a river around a stone. But those who knew the way still walked it,...
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