The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wool was counted by the hour, not by the yard. Elara held the ceremonial shawl in her hands, and the fabric felt heavy, like a sack of wet grain. It was woven from the hair of every woman who had died in the valley over the last century, and it was warm to the touch. It whispered names. Elara wanted to burn it. She wanted to end the cycle of premature aging that had taken her sisters,...

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