The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The feast hall hummed. It was a low, electric thrum. The air tasted of ozone and old velvet. Lanterns burned green. The light was sick. It pooled on the floor. It stayed there. Elias stood at the edge. He was small. He wore a coat of grey wool. The fabric was rough. It scratched his neck. He felt the itch. He did not scratch. He watched the center of the room. There was a throne. It was not...

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