The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The frost did not come gently to the village of Oakhaven; it arrived like a verdict, sealing the earth in a white shroud that smelled of iron and old bones. It was the season when the river ran thin and the wind had a voice like a grinding wheel. In the center of the frozen square stood the Great Bell, a bronze monstrosity that had not rung in forty years, since the day the magistrate ordered...

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