The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell tolled not with sound, but with a pressure against the eardrums, a dull thud that synchronized the beating of your heart with the rhythm of the earth. You stand in the center of the circular chamber, the floor cold stone, the air thick with the scent of rot and iron. There is no exit. The walls are black, seamless, rising into a darkness that swallows the light of the single, guttering...

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