The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The flint struck twice before it caught, a dry, sharp crack that sounded too loud in the damp courtyard of Thorne Hall. Elias Thorne stood before the pyre, his hands steady as he adjusted the kindling, counting the seconds in the silence that followed the strike. It was the third day of the month, the day the old codes demanded the purification of the Whispering Loom, an artifact that had...

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