The Faded Road
Thorne! Keep your mouth shut and your hands where I can see them, or I will break your fingers before I break your neck. The voice came from above, muffled by the stone and the thick, stagnant air of the cellar, but you knew it well enough to recognize the cadence, the cold, bureaucratic precision that had governed the district for thirty years. You were pinned against the damp wall, your back...
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