The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog in Oakhaven does not lift so much as it thickens, a grey wool that presses against the windowpanes and muffles the clatter of the cobblestones below. I am writing this from the cramped office of Halloway & Sons, where the smell of damp paper and stale tobacco is the only currency I have left to spend. My hands shake as I dip the quill, not from the cold, though it is biting, but from...

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