The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Act I "You’re sure it’s him? The ledger doesn’t lie, Isandro." The clerk’s voice was dry, scraping against the humidity that clung to the walls of the scriptorium. Isandro Guzmán looked up from the parchment, his fingers stained with the soot of the inkwell. He was forty-five, a man who had spent two decades weighing the value of a life against the weight of a stamp. The prisoner, a man named...

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