The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain does not fall here. It hangs. It is a thick, grey fog that tastes of iron and old pennies, clinging to your eyelashes, soaking into the wool of your uniform until you feel like a drowned rat walking through a graveyard. You are standing in the courtyard of the Citadel, a place that exists in the fold between one breath and the next, a space that has no name on any map you have ever...

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