The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The mirror in the north tower of the manor did not reflect the room as it was, but as the room had been before the silence took hold. You stand before it now, a boy of twelve years with hands that shake not from the chill of the stone floor but from the terrible, vibrating weight of what you see. The glass is ancient, a slab of polished obsidian imported from a land that no longer exists,...

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