The Faded Dust

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2026-08-19 05:04:38 -

The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it intruded, a gray, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls of the manor house and seeped into the marrow of everything it touched. I stood in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old varnish, my hands resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavy with the weight of centuries I had not yet fully understood. My name...

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