The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring. That was the first sign that the world had broken. Elara stood at the edge of the town square, watching the dust settle into the cracks of the cobblestones. It was a thick, gray powder, not like the dirt of the fields, but something finer, colder, that clung to the skin and the hair and tasted of old iron. The sky above was a bruised purple,...

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