The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was cold. Elias held the quill so tightly his knuckles turned the color of old parchment. Below him, in the damp dark of the cellar, the crypt tapped. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* A rhythmic, patient sound, like a finger testing the skin of a drum. It had started three days ago, on the eve of the solstice, and since then it had not ceased. The brothers above in the cloister called it the settling...

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