The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fog lay heavy on the valley floor, a white shroud that swallowed the lowlands whole. Sir Julian stood alone on the precipice, his boots sinking into the damp earth. He held the iron staff in both hands, the metal cold against his palms, vibrating with a low, persistent hum. It was a sound like a heartbeat, or perhaps a warning. He had not slept in three days. The journey to the Citadel of...

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