The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain hammered against the cellar floorboards like a thousand small, angry fists, and you stood in the center of the room, your twelve-year-old hands clenched so tightly the knuckles turned white. You were not afraid, not anymore. The elders had called you a ghost-child, a creature of paper and water who would break under the first true storm, and you had accepted the dare with a silence...

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