The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bread was gone by noon, but the memory of it lingered in the empty pan, a faint, golden smear against the cold iron. I sat on the stone floor of the keep, my legs stretched out before me, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the arrow slit. It was a quiet kind of hunger, different from the ache in my belly. It was a hunger for the weight of something...

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