The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind in the valley did not whisper; it screamed, a low, guttural moan that seemed to rise from the very stones of the earth, carrying with it the scent of wet iron and old blood. I stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, my hands trembling so violently that the iron key in my palm felt as though it were burning me, not with heat, but with a cold so profound it reached into the marrow of...

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