The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Could a man truly forget the face of the brother who had died for him, or was the mist merely a convenient excuse for the soul to shed its weight? Suzanne Joubert stood at the edge of the blacksmith’s yard, her boots sinking into the wet ash, while the tide groaned through the walls of the quarantine bench behind her. She held the surveyor’s chain in one hand and a small, iron charm against...

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