The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ledger showed three hundred and twelve sacks of grain short, a deficit that weighed heavier than the iron bars on the mill’s windows. Elias Vane counted the entries twice, his finger tracing the ink until the paper felt thin as onion skin. He had woken before dawn, the dream of the stone bridge crumbling behind his eyes, the sound of mortar dissolving into dust. Now, the mill smelled of...

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