The Faded Dust

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2026-08-18 11:10:46 -

The Faded Dust

The ash fell like snow. Thick. Grey. It coated my tongue. I spat. The taste was iron. We stood in the refectory. The long table. The candlelight. It flickered. Shadows danced. They were not shadows. They were things. They moved against the wall. They had no faces. They had no feet. They just hung. "Speak," said Father Thomas. His voice was dry. Like dead leaves. He held the ledger. The book was...

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