The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The chain link caught on the rusted iron pin, and the sound it made was a dry, metallic tear that seemed to split the air of the clearing. "I said, stop fiddling with it, Elias," the voice from the ridge was sharp, cutting through the steady drum of rain on the canvas of the survey tent. "The Crown does not pay for hesitation. They pay for the mile." I pulled my hand back, the skin on my palm...

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