The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray membrane that trapped the breath of the living and the moans of the dead. Elias Vane moved through the streets with the careful, shuffling gait of a man whose legs had been replaced with lead. He was not a hero. He was an investigator, a man who looked for the seams in the fabric of the world, and tonight, he had found...

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