The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The brass compass in my hand was cold. It sat in my palm, heavy and metallic, the needle trembling with a faint, arrhythmic tick. I checked the satchel. Inside: three rolls of linen paper, a set of dividers, a pencil stub, and the deed to the Oakhaven claim. I had packed it all in the dark, while Mara slept. The house was quiet, save for the settling of the floorboards and the distant hum of...

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