The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The feast was loud. Too loud. The tallow candles burned low in the iron sconces, casting shadows that danced like restless spirits against the stone walls of the Guild Hall. I sat in the corner. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From the weight of the jar in my satchel. It was a jar of honey. Dark. Thick. Glowing like molten amber in the dim light. I was a beekeeper. Or I had been. For twenty...

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