The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. You read it twice, the words blurring slightly because your left hand, the one holding the edge of the paper, had begun to throb with a dull, rhythmic heat that felt less like pain and more like a second heartbeat. The letter from Magistrate Vane was brief, as always, citing your "unstable temperament" and...

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