The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road was a vein of red clay, pulsing with the heat of a sun that refused to set. Elara walked. Her hands were stained with indigo, the dye of the sky trapped in the fibers of the cloth she carried. It was a heavy burden, a roll of tapestry that smelled of crushed violets and iron. She had woven it for her daughter, Livia. The pattern was complex, a labyrinth of thorns and roses, a map of...

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