The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind that swept across the high moor did not merely blow; it whispered a warning that had been pending for three centuries, a cold exhalation that carried the scent of turned earth and the metallic tang of old blood, settling over the village of Blackthorn like a heavy, gray shroud that no amount of sun could ever lift. It was a place where the stone houses leaned together in quiet...

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