The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The sound of the cutlery striking the china was a sharp, rhythmic clatter that cut through the low hum of the conversation, and Arthur Vane stood by the sideboard, holding a decanter of brandy that felt heavier than it had an hour ago, while his father’s name was called out across the room in a chorus of well-wishers who knew nothing of the rot beneath the floorboards. It was the winter of...

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