The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The morning light filtered through the high, arched windows of the manor house, casting long, pale rectangles across the flagstones where the dust lay undisturbed, thick as a settled snow that had fallen centuries ago and refused to melt. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the great hall, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, the metal cold against his palm, and he felt the weight...

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