The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The white silk hummed. It was a low, resonant vibration, like the thrum of a cello string plucked in an empty room, and only Elara could hear it. She sat at the loom in the back of the village hall, her fingers moving with mechanical precision, weaving the ceremonial shroud for Elder Thomas Bradshaw. The winter solstice was three days away, and the air in Oakhaven was thick with the scent of...

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