The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog at Blackwood Ridge did not roll in; it settled, a heavy, grey wool that suffocated the air before it touched the ground. Elias Thorne sat alone in the customs house, the room silent save for the tick of the wall clock and the soft, wet hiss of moisture condensing on the single pane of glass. He was fifty-two, his hands rough and mapped with scars that had faded to white, and before him...

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