The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The morning light entered the library not as a ray, but as a substance, thick and golden, settling upon the dust motes that danced in the stillness like suspended stars in a dead sky. Julian sat at the edge of the great reading desk, his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white with a tension that seemed to vibrate through his small frame. He was twelve, though he carried the weight...

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