The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The letter was sealed with red wax, the crest of the Duke of Oakhaven pressed into the soft center. It was a heavy thing, thick with ink and intent, and it burned against Elias’s palm as he held it. He was forty-two, a scribe by trade, a man of quiet habits and tired bones, and he had not slept in three days. The debt was simple: forty gold pieces, owed by his sister Mara for a loan she had...

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