The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Hall of Inquisitions tasted of wet chalk and old paper. It was a dry, brittle flavor that coated the back of the throat. I sat at the long oak table. The wood was scarred by centuries of ink and iron. Across from me sat Archibald Vane. He wore the gray robes of the Inquisitor. His face was a mask of polite concern. "Your methods are erratic, Thomas," Vane said. His voice was low....

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