The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, treacherous maze of mud and broken glass, and it was in this damp, rotting silence that Thomas Ashworth stood at the head of the long table in the town hall, his uniform buttoned to the throat, his hands resting on the mahogany as if they were roots seeking purchase in the...

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