The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not move, yet it tasted of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue as he stood before the Archivist, a man whose face was a map of deep, sorrowful creases etched by centuries of unspoken grief. Elias gripped the edge of the obsidian table, his knuckles turning white, his fingers trembling with a violence that seemed...

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