The Faded Dust

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2026-08-19 00:00:59 -

The Faded Dust

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place that had been forgotten by the sun for centuries, but rather of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent lie I could no longer swallow, and I stood there, my uniform torn at the shoulder, my ribs bruised black and purple where the stone had bitten...

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