The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wood. I sat at the end of the table. My hands were folded. They were clean. They were still. Lord Ashworth sat at the head. He poured wine. The cup was crystal. It caught the light. He looked at me. He smiled. It was a thin smile. "Master Elias," he said. His voice was low. It rumbled in the chest. "You have served well." I nodded. I did not...

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