The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Antiquities smelled of roasted duck and stale ambition, a cloying scent that coated the back of your throat as you watched the Minister, a man whose smile never reached his cold, calculating eyes, raise his glass to the health of the institution you had served for twenty years. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist whose hands were stained...

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