Dust and Stardust
The sky over the Wastes was a permanent, bruised ochre, a ceiling of toxic dust that filtered the sun into a dim, ghostly glow. Water was the only currency that mattered, and the Great Well was the only place where life still clung to the earth. The Well was guarded by Kael, a man whose heart had become as arid as the land he protected. He was a sentinel of the void, a warrior who had long ago...
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