The Faded Road
The glass broke again. It was a high, thin shatter, like a wine glass dropped on marble, and it came from the corner of the room where the shadows pooled thickest. Elias Thorne did not look up. He kept his eyes on the document in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the ink lines of the 1998 municipal report. Across the small kitchen table, Mara sat with her hands folded in...
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