The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The morning the world ended for Elara, it began with the smell of wet wool and the heavy, iron taste of blood in her mouth, a sensation that had become so familiar over the last three weeks that she no longer recognized it as pain but rather as a second skin, a tight-fitting garment of suffering that clung to her ribs and suffocated her breath in the small, candlelit cell where the Abbey’s...

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