The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless gray veil that smothered the cobblestones of Harrowgate and the weary faces of its inhabitants. "You are still here, Silas?" The voice of Magistrate Thorne cut through the drizzle, sharp and brittle as the ice that had formed in the gutters three days prior. He stood at the threshold of the town hall, his umbrella tilted at a precise,...

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