The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, black mirror. I stood in the archway of the Magistrate’s hall, my armor heavy with water, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, beeswax, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very...

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