The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Hall of Echoes was thick with the scent of burnt ozone and old, sweet wine. We had gathered in a circle that seemed to stretch beyond the curvature of the room, a space that defied the geometry of any world I had known in my waking life. The floor was polished obsidian, reflecting the faces of the dozen men and women who stood with me, their expressions ranging from bored...

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