The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The door is barred. You are inside. The stone is cold against your back. It smells of damp earth and old iron. You do not look up. You look at the man standing across the room. His name is Silas. He is your friend. He is your superior. He is the one who holds the key. The torches flicker. Shadows dance on the walls. They are long and thin. Like fingers. They reach for you. They do not touch....

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