The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You wake in the throes of a fever that tastes of copper and wet ash. The dream has not fully released you; it clings to your limbs like ivy strangling a rotting oak. In the vision, the city is not a place of stone and steel, but a living, breathing beast, its veins pulsing with a light that is not sunlight, but something older, colder, and infinitely more terrifying. You see the spires, those...

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