The Faded Road
Chapter One "You’re late, Carl." The words hung in the damp air of the ferry queue, sharp and cold. Carl Vance adjusted his collar, the wool itchy against his neck. He was forty years old, a man of rigid lines and shorter days. The rain had stopped, leaving the high moor slick and black. He was waiting for the crossing to the capital, where the court banquet awaited him. His wife, Elara, stood...
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