The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream had the texture of wet ash. It was a grey, suffocating blanket that smelled of damp wool and old paper. In the dream, Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Scriptorium, the great vaulted room where the air was always still and cold. He was holding a quill that did not write. The ink was water, clear and useless, dripping onto his velvet robes. Around him, the other monks sat in...

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