The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink on the parchment was not black, but a bruised purple that had long since faded to the color of dried blood, and the letters themselves seemed to shrink under the weight of the silence in the chapel. I sat in the front pew, my hands resting on the knees of my armor, the leather creaking softly as I shifted, a sound that felt obscenely loud in the hush of the stone room. Outside, the rain...

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