The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The heavy oak doors of the High Court creaked open with a sound like a dying breath, admitting a sliver of cold winter light that cut across the polished marble floor and illuminated the dust motes dancing in the stale, incense-thickened air. Elias stood before the dais, his small hands trembling at his sides, his eyes fixed not on the High King who sat in the shadowed alcove, but on the object...

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