The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron tastes of rust and old blood. You hold it. Always. Your left hand grips the hilt. The leather is worn smooth by years of sweat. Your right hand holds the ledger. The ink is black. The paper is thin. You are a scribe. You are a soldier. The lines are straight. The words are precise. The hall is cold. Stone walls. Drafty windows. The air smells of damp wool and tallow. You sit at the...

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