The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The deed lay in Elias’s hands, the paper thin and brittle as the skin on his knuckles. He sat at the kitchen table, the wood stained dark with decades of coffee rings and spilled tea, listening to the house settle. It was a low, grinding sound, like a jaw working. He had been a timber merchant for thirty years, buying and selling the bones of other people’s homes, but this house was different....

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