The Faded Dust
The carriage wheels ground against the frozen mud of the King’s highway, a rhythmic, grinding protest that vibrated through the iron-riveted boots of Alderman Silas Thorne as he sat hunched over the maps spread across his knees, his fingers stained with the soot of the candle that had burned low in the previous hour, illuminating only the jagged edges of his parchment and the deep, weary...
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