The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The mist in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, a thick, damp wool that clung to the stone and the skin alike. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village square, his breath visible in the chill air, staring at the locked door of the old hall. He had traveled three days by cart to be here, driven by a need so visceral it felt less like choice and more like gravity. In his hands, wrapped in...

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