The Faded Dust
The soot fell like black snow upon the white marble of the St. Jude’s Hall, a fine, suffocating dust that settled into the crevices of the stone pillars and the hollows of the empty seats. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his breath coming in ragged gasps that tore at his throat, the taste of ash and old iron clinging to his tongue. He was not alone in his fear, though the hall...
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