The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The candle flame in the archive room shivered, casting long, wavering shadows across the stacked ledgers that lined the walls like the ribs of some vast, dead beast. Elias Thorne sat at the oak table, his fingers tracing the frayed edge of a parchment, the paper brittle as dried skin under his touch. He was forty years old, a man whose body was a map of old scars, each one a testament to twenty...

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